A glance coming in her direction, he took in her words. Brooding over a lost ex was nothing like almost bringing the end of someone's life. There was a moment of silence as he tried to collect the better of multiple responses that came to mind, "You have to remember you weren't yourself that night. I know that doesn't help-- knowing you were out of control. It never helps when you know you hurt someone else." He too had experience with having urges he couldn't control. Namely anger when he was being the test subject of a scientific tonic that could have made his night job easier-- safer. It wasn't equal on the scale of things, hurting people emotionally that you cared about, but it didn't make the regret any easier to live with either. Trying to find something to cheer her up, he added, "Guess that means I should keep a closer eye on you, so I can keep you from doing anything else you'll ever regret. I might have to invest the time to earn a promotion from part-time to full-time Stalker." Nothing he was doing was meant to try to ignore or erase what was eating her inside, but he knew he couldn't change it. Neither could see. Instead he wanted to help with the healing process. Getting past that regret that was trying to swallow her whole.