He never had been very good with words. He used a towel to wipe away her spit and stood to go after her. "Hera," he called out. The relief that she hadn't left (yet) made him feel weak kneed. "It doesn't make it ok. It doesn't excuse what I did and I never for a moment thought you'd forgive me because of what I said. All I was doing was explaining why I did what I did at the time, that's all. I'm not asking for your forgiveness right now but I am asking for your ear. You may not understand now or ever and there are some things I'm sure you'll never forgive me for but I at least want to explain my motives and my thoughts behind what I did back then. Isn't that what you always wanted? You always asked me why and if I recall correctly, I never gave you an answer or a sufficient one. Well here I am telling you why. If that disgusts you even more then...." He made a helpless gesture and dropped his hand to his side. "Tell me to stop and I'll never bring it up again." Provided there was an 'again' to have.