One eyebrow rises, and she studies him for a long moment. This is a far cry from the Gene she knew before, though she thinks, perhaps, she may have seen hints.

'I know.'

He'd forgotten, she reminds herself. As cruel as it seems, he never meant to keep her from Molly. She knows that now.

Slowly, she extends one hand across the back of the couch to him, palm up.

'I'm sorry.'