His expression offers the apology his tongue is always hesitant to give. "Didn't mean ta put ya in that situation," he whispers, giving her hand a squeeze. There's another second before he can find the words to continue.

"I hate that I hurt you." He can't say he didn't want to, because in the moment, he did. Even if it was for a better reason than most. Sweeney gives another squeeze.

"We don't hav'ta talk 'bout it now." That seems like a topic for a day when typing isn't required.