Crouching down next to his bed, Susan ran a hand through his damp hair and smiled softly as he came back around. She couldn't hide the look of relief on her face and offered him a shaky, small smile. "I forgive you," she said simply. And, she did. In that moment next to his bed coming off of a seizure and following a banshee attack, Susan stopped caring about the past. She wasn't ready to move forward just yet, but the past was over. It was forgiven and accepted.
"I'm sorry, too. We're both sorry and we're both going to stop yelling at each other about it." She leaned forward again and kissed his sweat soaked brow. "We're going to get you out of here. I know you hate this place."