“It’s okay.” I don’t know why I need to soothe him, but he seems upset about not having breakfast food for me. “I don’t usually eat much for breakfast anyway. Just a granola bar or piece of fruit.”
He whirls, expression incredulous. “You’ve been killing yourself for that research.”
I draw back, stung by the accusation.
Pain shadows his eyes before he curses again and slams his fist down on the countertop. “Come on,” he clips and strides toward me, grabbing my hand.
I shake it off. “No, I’m fine. I don’t know why you’re getting so uptight.”
He stops and turns. Regret etches over the lines in his youthful face. “I’m just mad at myself for forgetting your needs. And I’m mad at Data-X for sucking the life out of you. Please. Let me take you to breakfast. I owe you that much, at the very l
