His hands slowly settle on her body, one on her back and the other gently against one of her shoulder blades, she's so small but just fits against him, and his breath is shaky as he speaks.

"I'm sorry."

Whether he is apologizing for his voice being so broken and desperate or apologizing for everything --

all of it I'm so damn sorry

-- it's not certain but it doesn't matter.

"Never," he whispers, voice still ragged (and his cheeks are hot and there's dampness around his eyes) "Never gonna lie t'you again, Kate, swear to God."