It's like a punch to the gut, seeing the pain in his eyes, the softness in his voice. It nearly kills the lingering anger she felt toward the man, to see him so obviously wracked with guilt.

"I miss you." It blurts from her lips impulsively, and she automatically thins her lips with displeasure at how easily the emotion slips out.

"...All of you," she attempts to correct, "I'll-- go talk to Andrew before I go."