He sighed. He had tried, and no one could say that he hadn't. "What do I want? Well, I'd like if the few months hadn't happened and if we could have kept... certain things to ourselves." He said in a whispered tone, looking pointedly at her. "But as I can't travel back through time and neither can you, I'll live with it. I just think we... we had a good thing going." He told her with a shrug, ready to brush past her and find himself something more drinkable.