She may not have wanted to yell at him, but maybe she needed to. He deserved so much worse. "She's closed the book on that. It's gone." He sighed, wiping his hand down his face. "But I'm in love with you, too. She's my friend still and I couldn't let a friend lay there and die. I would do the same for you, you know that. He almost didn't even make it there himself trying to get to her. And then she would have died alone. What was I supposed to do?" He couldn't even make himself lie about this or pretend it didn't exist. One just couldn't forget love like that.