But, what? [He tilts his head towards her again, knowing exactly where she was going with this... but he knew himself that he couldn't quite agree. He didn't have all of the story-- and could he really blame her for that? It was hers to tell, and he had no right to pry.

But he knew Heather. Maybe not as well as he could, but well enough to have the utmost amount of faith in her]

You say actions are what make monsters. You're right, s'true. And I dunno, maybe I am missing half of the story. But no matter what your intentions were, no matter what you feel, no matter what you wanted to do and how close you came to doing it, in the end you didn't.

[A beat, and a shrug]

I think that's what matters the most.