He frowned faintly. It hadn't felt like something someone ought to apologize for... oh.

He huffed a faint self-deprecating laugh, releasing his grip on Raylan's lapel and running a hand down his chest to smooth it out, but not making any other attempt to move away. He wouldn't describe himself as 'touch-starved', but he certainly was that and he wasn't rushing to get away from a moment that looked about to end anyway.

"Regret already," he said with forced lightness. "Might be a new record."