[His gaze jumps to her face all of a sudden, alarmed. The word change frightens him for a tenth of a second and then he understands, or thinks he does - she sees. She won't forgive him, because just as there's nothing she's done to require forgiveness, there are some things that simply can't be forgiven.]
[He knows that. He's all right with it. He pities himself for a hundred things but not that, not anymore.]
[Something shifts in his eyes. Pain slides across them like cataract clouds, and then he squeezes her hand lightly.]
spam
[He knows that. He's all right with it. He pities himself for a hundred things but not that, not anymore.]
[Something shifts in his eyes. Pain slides across them like cataract clouds, and then he squeezes her hand lightly.]
Yeah. I have. But I'm not here for me.