"I know. I know, all right?" he says quietly. "Kim, I know we need to talk about this. But we've both argued this at least three times before. We can't get anywhere if we just keep arguing about this."

He leans his forehead against the door frame. "I'm sorry I left. I'm sorry. I don't know how I can apologize enough. I left because I didn't know what to say to you. Not because I was ashamed of you, or because I thought you were damaged. I just didn't know what to say. And I was so mad...so fucking mad at Salazar that I wouldn't have been able to control myself. And that would have upset Angela, would have made things worse with you...

"I fucked it up, all right? I didn't handle it the right way. Not you. And I just don't feel like you can forgive me for fucking up like I did."