However close she needs him to be, he's here.

"You don't know," he murmurs into her hair.

"You don't know for sure if any of that would've made a difference, for good or for bad. You did what you could. What you thought you had to do, what you thought was right."

He might be talking to her, or to himself. A little of both.

"Christ. All those should'ves, could'ves, would'ves... Between the both of us we could fill the goddamn Grand Canyon with 'em."