Tommy's expression is wiped from his face and he feels like a jackass again.

He blinks up at her, pained and apologetic, the revelation so unexpected and shocking that he's speechless for a moment.

"Shit," he murmurs, barely over a rasping whisper. "'M sorry."

No words for this sad story, either.

For lack of a better thing to do, he raises himself up and shifts back to sit beside her, close but not crowding her.

"Jeezus, Kate, I'm really sorry. I didn't-- I wouldn't've asked that way-- I was only..."

Trailing off, he falls silent.

Suddenly she looks so bare and vulnerable. He'd rather not see her that way, with her wounds reopened because of his stupid questions. So he reaches over and picks up her hat where she'd set it on the grass, and offers it to her. He doesn't know why, exactly. It's not like it's going to help. To give her something that's already hers.

He can't give anything of himself except a few I'm sorrys, but when has that ever taken away the sadness and the anger?