It's painful, the way she can't look at him, because that just proves he was right, and it's just another relationship that didn't even have a chance to be any kind of relationship because he fucked up already.


But -- her fingers on his wrist stop him in his tracks, and turn his self-loathing on its head. If only for a second.


You might, though, once you get to know me.


He forces himself to lower his gaze. He turns and walks away toward the stable entrance, the light touch of her fingertips still lingering on his skin and the blue of her eyes seared onto his consciousness.


Two can'ts don't make a can. That isn't how it usually works.

But screw the rules. They never suited Tommy anyway.


Before he gets too far away, he stops and turns and calls out to Kate,

"So, um-- if you still wanna go to New York-- y'know, to go ice skating or whatever-- just, y'know, let me know whenever. If you want."