It's not really an apology Kate's looking for, or it wasn't, but it feels pretty good to have it. She knows him, knows he has to be struggling as much as she is with words. What's he going to say anyway?

"Thanks, babe," she whispers and ducks her forehead to his chest. Now that she's got all the words out, her heart's pounding a mile a minute. He can probably feel it under his hand.