...Malcolm already told me it was much more serious than just ribs. [green eyes fix him, cold a moment. don't try and downplay this. For once.] I do have to be sorry for it. You should have been safe around me and you weren't. I should have recognised you, and I didn't. And when you were leaving, I shouldn't have turned my back on you when you reached out to me. [not when you needed me.]

[Fine, that poisonous little word, a nothing word. This isn't fine. But he's not going to back down on this, is he?] ..Friends say sorry when they've been wrong, Taylor. [Something in her seems to deflate, to diminish, before she manages to offer him a weak smile] But on that same turn, that doesn't mean an apology has to be accepted.

Thanks anyway, for listening. [she backs up a bit, away from the counter, away from him and his cat, one half step followed by a second, before she turns away] Say good night to Malcolm for me, would you?