The question's there on the tip of his tongue, easily read on his face even as he manages to bite it back: how? As much as he wants to question her about it, thank her for everything, he knows that that's not how it works. She didn't choose to feel this way any more than he did. Maybe she deserves better and maybe he'll always think that, but it doesn't matter because he's what she wants. He can be the man she needs, he knows it.

"Okay," he finally says as he grips her hand tighter, accepting that if not necessarily agreeing with it. "That's nae... Okay."