[He watches her for a moment, worried, then sets the communicator aside and reaches over to cup her face, urging her to look at him.]

Hey. Remember what you told me? If an apology makes you feel worse, then it isn't an apology. [His thumbs brush over her cheeks, his expression a wavering balance between gentle and firm.] You don't have to talk to her if it makes you feel like this. You can walk away.