It had been an honest statement more than an intentional correction, but all the same, seeing the effect of those words mirrors what he himself feels at being able to say them. Cal couldn't help but feel that there had been some sort of line between them, drawn by time no matter whether it was days or weeks or longer that differed in their experiences. It feels like they've been able to really bridge that.

He only feels a little awkward with Merrin's abrupt removal of her hands, his eyes flicking to the side as though he'd seen something he shouldn't have. He plays it off just as she does, using the break to set the lightsaber back on the table. Her words prompt an arch of a brow.

"I threw/i> it at you?" he echoes, a light chuckle following his words. "Was it still broken?" Without context he has no idea why he would have done such a thing, but he doubts he would have done so in desperation.