[And somewhere, unspoken, in the recesses of my mind, the fact that we've both behaved inappropriately towards each other feels like a positive thing. Because it underscores that our communication has been very real. I think we are about even, neither owing any further apology, but as the veil of politeness has been briefly dropped, we've seen each other being quite genuine. It seems somehow as if, by hurting each other a little, we are more real friends than before.]