He quivered slightly at her touch. Her gentle caress reminded him of his own guilt. He smiled, staring past her - not daring to look down at her. He reached up and brushed her own hand that was brushing him.
"Look, Rose." He stumbled over his own words, awkward, "I just... I don't know. I want to apologize - but I'm not sure I should and I'm not even sure why I feel so damn guilty."
He looked down with a heavy sigh and closed eyes. Finally, he slowly opened them and looked at her face in the shadows. "Do you know what I mean?"
He saw her bloodshot eyes and was taken a bit back. He was so busy with his own catharsis that he'd never even looked at her. "You been crying?"