[ closing his eyes, and he's reflexively smiling, gently. his words are quiet, slowly spoken. internally, he's a little sad . . . rueful, but nonetheless, certainly not angry or upset. there isn't an ounce of blame on her, or anyone, or anything. ]

. . . I'm sure you didn't make such a decision lightly -- and you believed the risks were outweighed with the benefit. Moreover . . . it seems as though we were friends, before I woke up today. There is no reason for you to lie to me, nor is there any reason for me to doubt you.

It sounds to me that, in my cowardice and inaction, I truly troubled you. I'm sorry that you had to endure those circumstances.

This is a decision you thought would be the best. Though I stubbornly refused you before . . . I'm grateful to you now.

[ there's a lull, as he takes another moment ]

May I please, know your name once more . . . ?