Yeah, raising his voice and pacing like a crazy chicken would undo what they just did. Louisa was still sitting on the cushion, her eyes followed him for a few seconds... but then she dropped them quickly and frowned as her annoyed-mask faltered into an apologetic-one. She was NOT going to apologize to him. Nope, not a chance. She liked it, the satisfaction, even for a few seconds, was good. No apologies.

His next words though made her frustration and guilt boil and without meaning to, Louisa grabbed one of the cushions tossed aside and with all her might she threw it at him. "I'm not another girl!" Feeling her face go red and her sight getting blurry with FURY tears, she scrambled to her feet, fixed her knit dress and started shoving the cushions back onto the couch. "I said it was my fault, and I will fix it. Just stop acting like a coward and--" She plopped down on the couch and looked at him, panting slightly.

He was calm again. It killed her that he didn't blame her.. or gave her a dirt look.. or word. The guilt started clawing its way out with his last words. She grabbed her head, pulling at the roots of her hair again, "I'm so so so sorry, Paulie.." she still was not going to cry, well not in front of him. "I don't even know why I did that... I didn't mean to ruin anything for you, I just.." More pull and this time she brought her hands over her face to hide it. "I always ruin things. You already know this. I make sure that everything goes as good as possible but it's like a bad chip planted in my brain to just... shut off everything and set an alarm or something! Only it's an alarm to mess something instead of the other way round." There, she was rambling now.

She threw herself back against the couch and stared up at the ceiling. "What do you want me to do?" And yes... she needed to go crawl into a hole after this. So much for a happy birthday week.