I grabbed a napkin and reached toward his arm.
Peter jerked away so fast his chair scraped against the floor.
« Don’t. »
I froze.
He looked at my face and immediately softened.
« Sorry! »
« I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. »
« I was just trying to help. »
« I know, Christina. It’s an old injury. Sorry. »
He pressed his right hand over the black sleeve.