He bowed his head in a nod, eyes hesitant, almost shy in his sheepish guilt, as they met hers. "I suppose I deserve that. And I know," he said quietly. "How I treated you was horrible. I can only say that this...this living in the past as well as the present is difficult at times. Even for me."
Half reaching out to her, Nathan let his hand fall between them, forehead furrowed in concern. "Please, don't blame Arthur or anyone else for my temper."