"Marian..." His tone was full of regret. "If I've made you doubt for even a second how much I love you I'm more sorry about that than anything else. There is nothing in my life as important as you." The thought that she might actually doubt that left him feeling sick to the stomach in a way he knew had nothing to do with the medications he was on.
"I know I don't talk. Much has told me often enough. He knows less than you think, you know. But if it hurts you...I'll tell you anything to take that hurt away, I swear it." He hadn't handled what had happened well, he knew that. All he could do was try.