[Oh. Shame is something that can still penetrate. He lets his hand fall to his side, bereft for the loss of her warmth.]
I'm sorry. I...
[He can't think of anything he still needs to explain to her, anything she doesn't already know. At least, not anything he can articulate when he feels like, once again, he's narrowly escaped drowning.
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I'm sorry. I...
[He can't think of anything he still needs to explain to her, anything she doesn't already know. At least, not anything he can articulate when he feels like, once again, he's narrowly escaped drowning.
In a smaller voice, he repeats:]
...I'm sorry.