Speaking helped. It wasn't easy, but it was definitely better than the heavy silence, the elephant in the room, the knowledge that no words were ever going to make any of this okay. But they had to try-
But why did he think that? Surely he didn't owe her anything. Surely he'd be well within his rights to tell her to leave, to tell her not to speak with him, to refuse to see her. Of course, he thought she would have understood if he had reacted that way to her presence.
He still loved her. If he didn't, he wouldn't have cared. But God- he cared. That was his problem, that was his mistake. It had always been his mistake with Vesper.
He smirked a little at her response. At least they could be civil, despite everything.
"Did you want to see me again?" he asked- maybe that had been a mistake. Did he want to know the answer? Was it too confrontational? He had to stop caring. He needed answers.