"I'm not trying to be a martyr...I'm trying to keep you safe," he clarified, but it was to no use. He lifted his eyes, which were full of tears that he had been trying to hide, and he could do nothing but nod his head.
"Alright," he quietly agreed. He hesitated for a moment, but after it passed, he shifted to wrap his arms around her. He placed his face into her shoulder, breathing in her scent in an effort to ground himself and reassure himself that everything would be fine, somehow. "I'm sorry..." he whispered into her shoulder and the words seemed to break him down.
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry Dora...I shouldn't...I...I'm so sorry," he sobbed, slipping, collapsing down to his knees in front of her. His arms had slipped with him and he eventually dropped them to his sides, staring at the carpet, which was a large blur.