He sipped on some water, studying the screen. He ran a hand through his hair again and thought about what he could say.
Why do you think I sent them?
It would buy him more time to figure out why he had sent them. Had been an act of redemption? Guilt at what he had nearly done to her? A combination? He rubbed his face and blinked at the question. His eyes drifted to the MRE that was half eaten.