[The grief in her words would strike him even if she hadn't practically shot him with it in every way she could. The amused curiosity in his eyes fades to regret and sympathy, and he takes a slow step towards her, keeping her gaze with his own if he can.]
I'm sorry.
[He doesn't know that the words alone mean much. For now they're all he can offer her, as long as it's been, and as little as he knows.]
I don't know what I've done back there, but I know I regret it if it's hurt you.
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I'm sorry.
[He doesn't know that the words alone mean much. For now they're all he can offer her, as long as it's been, and as little as he knows.]
I don't know what I've done back there, but I know I regret it if it's hurt you.