Sean closes his eyes for a moment, reaching up to press the ball of his hand against his forehead as he lets that sink in, and when he looks back up at her, his expression softens and his words come slower, more deliberate. "I'm listenin' t'ye. An' ye had every right ta be concerned. That's why I apologized." Trying again, he reaches for her arm once more. "C'mon."
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