He can't not look at her when he turns. He can't not, for a few overwhelmed heartbeats, just soak in being close enough to really breathe in the woman his heart refuses to stop loving.

He pulls back his hand with a shaking breath. His features are likely unreadable, not from an effort to hide so much as from an entirely clear clash of painful, conflicting emotions.

Then again, it's Rachel. If anyone had ever been able to read through his confusion, it was Rachel.

"...sorry."