Fucking hell. Cath looked away as she retreated, cursing himself, this boat, and anything else he could think of.
She didn't understand. Didn't understand what a lie they'd been living, didn't understand how none of it mattered without her. He pushed himself off the door and went to the bathroom.
<"Mae,"> he called. <"Sweetheart. Don't make me break down the fucking door."> Because he would. He didn't trust her not to do something stupid. Not when she was like this.