"I am sorry I was so cranky earlier, sweetie."
Dylan hugs me and kisses the crook of my neck.
"That's ok. I mean, thank you but I understand."
And a tiny voice inside says "No, it's not ok." (This is common - I can never apologize enough)
But then the tiny voice says "It's not ok that you are cranky with me." (Not common)
That tiny voice isn't talking to Dylan.
That tiny voice is me, talking to me.
