[Would she even remember this in the morning? Not well enough, he’d guess. Not well enough to think they were alright again.

He scrapes his hand over his face. Let her get it out and then…see how things fell. She could decide in the morning how she felt.]

I’m glad they were there for you. That they could tell you what you needed to hear. I’m sorry I couldn’t.

As long as you’re safe, healthy, and happy, that’s what matters.