"You think I like it anymore than you do? And perhaps I was seeking solace in your arms. Perhaps I felt the need to feel that you were truly alright." That he had not caused some irreparable damage. Just touching her hand would have been enough. And she could hardly give him that.
"I have every right to scream down the walls, Marian, and I'm not. I ... I could have killed you, that's all that's in my head at the moment. That with all rights you should be dead, rather than here in this room, with me. As my wife." He could not express what that kind of loss would have done to him.
"Is it too much to ask, if I lay down the fact that you did things that could have meant my head as well as your own, that you let me reassure myself that you are alright?" Simply because he had not caught her? Because he had not figured out that it was her? That... Had he known, that he would have let her go, and covered for her as best he could. Even if it meant his job... and his life?