[ Claire doesn't say anything at all after he speaks, not until she's closed the door quietly behind him. For a moment she rests her head against the wood with her eyes closed, but then she turns to look at him, eyes resting on his. ]

You have nothing to be sorry for, it isn't necessary. If anything I'm—

[ She's what? Married and should have somehow known to resist? Confused because she doesn't understand why she can't quickly fall back on being married, unavailable and unaffected by what happened? ]

I didn't make it easy for you when you tried to explain the truth to me, and for that, I'm sorry.

[ She was borderline juvenile about her refusal, but she's trying to stand taller now, trying to remind herself that none of this was their fault. Her love for him isn't her fault. ]