[Not touching has always been one of hardest things for him to manage, but he does his best, forcing his hands to drop away from her even though they're still half-reaching out towards her.]
I'm sorry. [He manages to say it quietly, control at least not as precarious as hers is.]
Gwen, I'm sorry. I... shouldn't have said anything.
[He hesitates, because he doesn't want to leave her like this and yet he can't help feeling he's making it worse just by being here.]