Turns out, it was a date. Or at least the make up offer turned into one. He texted me sweetly to say he hoped I felt better and that next time he was in town (he lives an hour and a half away) we would go for dinner, drinks and a movie.
That is how I decided the hang out offer was maybe not intended as a plutonic, "hey, let's be friends!"...
I guess I could still be off, but my instincts tell me otherwise.
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