"What's done is done," he agreed. After a moment, he crouched down in front of the couch, one hand balancing himself on the arm rest. "All we can do is move on."
Alistair head tilted gently. It was times like these that he felt his relative youth; for all his experience, there was no experience that could assist him here. He couldn't thread this needle - to have Katherine be a public Joker, keep her job, still actually be effectual. He couldn't.
The ambition in him wanted to though.
He rose up and took a seat next to her, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.