"Abby..." Thomas stopped, turning to face her. "I don't know what's happened, and I can't predict the future, either- but I do know that I couldn't stand to lose you again. I- even if you don't want- want me, or Bridget- please, just- let me provide for you. I'll put you up somewhere. Rent you a room, a storefront, anything- I want to see you happy again, however I can manage to do that for you..." It was an odd offer, perhaps, but Thomas wasn't sure if he could let himself hope she might choose him again after all of this.