I should apologize, but I cannot.

For I am a prideful creature,
Destined to offend,
Worried that I will,
But seemingly unconcerned;
This must be why you think so poorly of me.

Hardly a character suffering from misfortune,
There would be plenty of adjectives to describe me in a story,
Maybe none as pleasant as mine for you,
But said warmly;
A mutual hostility. An oxymoron?

Born privileged and into faith,
But grown out of it from trials of broken hearts,
There would be nothing more appropriate
Than to sit him down and have a nice long chat;
Even if that's not something he's good at doing.

Because he's stuck in a world of third person,
Looking down at himself even if it doesn't look like it to you.

You say he's overly cautious, maybe.
Or just an asshole at times.

He probably just over-thinks things.