I didn't say anything about it because I was...afraid you'd ask me why, and I wouldn't know what to say.

[She senses, though, that to absolve him of the need of making it up to her is the wrong answer to choose. He doesn't, of course. He doesn't need to make anything up to her, but the point is that he feels like he does, and somehow she knows that forgiving him unconditionally without letting him serve a penance will just leave him feeling worse instead of better. He needs to do; afterwards he needs to be able to look at this and know what he did. Otherwise, he won't know why it happened, and he'll have to ask himself forever without ever finding an answer.]

...But. Yeah. Okay...okay. You can make it up to me. I'm...that's okay with me.