Re: Bruce W/Helena W
[Part of him knows she's right, that no matter what he did he just couldn't give her the help she needed because no one could. Because other people couldn't fix them, they had to fix themselves, but that seemed a near impossible task.] I wanted to. Even if I couldn't, I wanted to. I still wish I could, but I-- I can't even help myself. [A bitter humourless laugh, that stops just before it becomes a sob.] I know. But I do, Helena. I understand. I don't know what difference that makes, if anything, but you're-- you're not alone.
[He leans closer still when she presses her forehead to the screen, and shakes his head.] No. No more apologies. I forgive you. Do you forgive me?