Wiping a few fallen tears from her cheeks, Jessica nodded, wholeheartedly accepted his apology. In all her years of knowing him, this was the first apology she'd ever heard leave his lips. She knew he meant it. Finishing her glass, Jessica asked the bartender for another, and stared absently at Bartholomeow. "I thought about you a lot. I could've reached out. I didn't because it was easier not to. That makes me an idiot. I acted like none of this mattered to me when it did, it always did." She sniffed and smiled wryly. "And that makes me an asshole. A bigger one than I already am, anyway."