remember when...

Gil is surprised that Mod is even here when he comes knocking and that she actually answered. Though the door stays shut in his face, he can hear the creak of the wood as she pressed herself against it. Okay, so he wasn't going to just barge in like he had anticipated. Letting out a sigh, he sits himself down and rolls his eyes. "I didn't come to tell you anything about her," strained vocals let out a grumble as his ears flatten. "I came to apologise for bein' a piece of shit," he hated admitting it, but it was true. Glowering at a rodent that lingered on the corner of the porch, he could feel his fur begin to bristle. "What do I gotta do to get you to believe that I wasn't trying to get rid of you?" He leans closer to the door so she can hear him well enough.