I sent an email to Titus asking for five minutes of his time later that afternoon. We decided to meet in the building café at four. Titus was fidgeting in his chair when I arrived at the small table for two he’d chosen in the back.
He stood quickly and pulled out a chair for me. I said nothing as I took a seat, then he asked, “Would you like coffee? Tea or water? Anything you want.” The man was practically wringing his hands.
“I’m fine, Titus. Please sit.” Once he was comfortable, I said, “Explain to me what’s going on here.”
He cleared his throat and leaned forward. “I betrayed you and acted like a complete ass. I get that. I’m trying to show you that I’m truly sorry, and I can change. And no, it’s not just so I can get in your pants, though that’s tempting all by itself, but it would
