[Wufei spends the next few minutes in silence, steeping his tea, adding the sweetener and trying to grasp for the tattered ends of his composure.]

I lost my temper. [It wasn't an apology, because he wasn't sorry at all. Given the chance, he might do it again; there's no point in claiming otherwise. But just the same, Wufei does recognize his mistake.] I— care. I cannot allow him to claim otherwise, just because his own Wufei does not.

[It's easy to see why it might be so; how easy to fall to pieces, after the war, to cut himself off, to isolate and hone his purpose until it was completely incompatible with so petty a thought as friendship.]

I care deeply, about you. And he's an ass.

[That's as close to 'I'm sorry' as he's willing to step. He's far too sober for this shit.]

I'm going to the hangar. That should give you time to make friends.