[It's a rather kind apology. A nice sentiment.]

Nobody should be. [She offers him a smile.] But sometimes, we don't get to choose our fates.

[He has such kind eyes. Very much the brooding type, he is, and so keen to keep a tight lip. She didn't imagine it would be him sitting next to her now, willingly or otherwise.

Her hand finds his and gives it a soft squeeze.]

Thank you, Arthur. For talking to me. And for staying.