He couldn't think of anything to do except stand there, wishing he knew the right thing to say or do so she didn't look so hopeless. But there was nothing, except maybe letting her know that he still cared - but how could he tell her he loved her after what he'd done? Maybe it would take some of the hurt away, but maybe not. He just... didn't know anymore.
Cole followed her halfway to the door, hesitating as he watched her go. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, the only words he could manage past the lump in his throat. They couldn't fix anything now, but at least they were sincere.