She gives his hand a squeeze, and then lets her grip relax, content to rest her palm in his. Again, just simple human contact, nothing more and nothing less.

'I know what I did, I mean...'

Words don't seem adequate. She chews on her lips, her brow furrowed as it's her turn to stare at the upholstery.

'I could never undo the damage I did. But when I asked to stay, it wasn't because I was afraid to move on. I didn't want to leave you behind.'

There. Not entirely the truth, but then, neither of them are strangers to convenient fictions.