Sweeney isn't sure. He just knows he should be. That's strange. He'd given up apologies a good while ago. Of all the shit he carries, that's not something he wants in his life. But still, here they are.

He shrugs and slowly strokes a blade of long grass. His eyes linger on her. "Prob'bly shouldn't have done that ta you." His lips tighten. "Usin' ya like that." Even when he was frivolous with sex, he rather all the parties be in it for the same reason.