[ -- What. That wasn't an apology? Admitting he messed up doesn't count? Isn't this splitting hairs?? But under Yukine's scrutiny, Yato slowly packs all those questions into a tiny little box and sits on it. ]

I apologize, okay? You tried to confide in me and I didn't return the favor. I hurt your feelings. It was unfair of me. I'm sorry.

[ He gets it. He totally gets it. He got it the night it was happening. But it felt, at the time, absolutely necessary. It still kind of does, however much he ends up revealing today. ]

I only know a little. But people's names seemed... important. Like more than just something other people call you.

[ When he called that girl's name, she turned into a sword and flew to his hand. When he met Yukine, all Yukine had were the clothes on his back and that screaming red tattoo on his collarbone. Even the way Yato said Yukine's names -- both of them -- was heavy with care.

Yato's gaze breaks away to focus on some interesting plant nearby. He'll be honest, even if what he says doesn't sound too great. ]

I was cagey 'cause I thought there was some stuff you were better off not knowing. I didn't wanna set off any of your memories on accident.