His apology rang through the room, echoing off the silence that spread out between them. It hurt her that he felt that he needed to apologize for something that he had no control over. Yes, he could have told her, that much she agreed with, but she also understood that it wasn't the easiest thing to admit to himself let alone to her. Him apologizing for his attraction to men wasn't fair to him. He'd done nothing wrong. He'd loved her the way that no one else ever could and Siobhan felt guilty for hurting him. Was sex really that important when they loved one another? There were other methods to conceive children, methods no one would have to know of if they didn't want them, to. And there was always the wine.
She watched him as he sank into the chair, eyes on him as he said her name. She stopped twirling the ring on her finger and went to him, crawling into his lap and throwing her arms around his neck, holding tight as if that would somehow put all the pieces back together that she'd shattered inside of him. "No, no," she said, burying her face against his neck, her fingers clinging to his shirt, to his hair, to anything she could touch. "You--," she shook her head, losing the fight with her tears. "You are perfect," she told him, the word broken and barely audible. "And I still love you the same as I always have. Always."