Affront

I said one word,
And they felt affront.
I planned my conversation in advance,
No contention.
I the injured party,
Was contrite.
To let them save face.
I laid no blame,
For there was none.
No malicious intent.
Just bad luck.
I wanted nothing.
I knew that the ramifications,
Required informing other parties.
So I calculated all possible outcomes.
Put on my most solicitous voice.
And yet,
It was not possible for them to not be defensive,
And go on the offensive and...
Shoot the messenger.
I will never understand neurotypical behaviour.
It defies all logic.