He'd known this would happen. He'd known she would cry and he was kicking himself for being the cause of it. And yet he'd barely said anything to her. Shifting to face her, he pulled her in to his arms, if only to avoid looking at her tears as he spoke.
"I'm sorry. You know I love you, Legs." He wouldn't have done half the stuff he had, if he didn't love her. "That's why I changed jobs. I thought maybe the space would do us some good. I don't want to fuck this up." Just like he'd told Gabriel. That was the last thing he wanted. "And hardly any time has passed...why can't we just see if that works?" He ran a hand over her hair, unsure what else he could say.