He supposed that he should take some solace in the fact that if this was ever going to happen, now was the time for it. Just months ago this would have felt like a death sentence, sure as he was on her position regarding Wild Cards.
All of that said, Alistair felt pretty awful at the moment. His mouth was dry and he hardly knew what to say to Katherine. Her accusing eyes and quiet tone that was rife with an undercurrent of what? Bitterness? Frustration? Anger? What did he say to that? Being good and safe and prospective all these years had left him with only one instance to dwell upon and that was with Amelia. And she'd gone first.
"We should talk about this," he said finally, quiet with an unusual thread of nerves. Alistair ran a hand through his hair and settled it on the back of his neck, as if that might still him some how.