For as hurt as she'd been, for as hurt as she still was, Heather immediately held tightly onto her father and buried her face into his shoulder. She'd gone long enough without him, and she wasn't going to take advantage of any time they had now. She knew better. She could push that hurt aside for their sake.
She didn't say much at first, just held onto him and breathed in his familiar scent for a few moments. Then, "Don't be sorry, Dad. It's okay."