[When he's confident she really is physically fine, he lets his gaze shift back to meet her eyes. The distress there is nearly palpable and he shifts closer to her, reaching up and cupping her face in his hands.]
Lydia, hey.
[His voice grows soft once more.]
We all make mistakes. There isn't a handbook here.
Spam
Lydia, hey.
[His voice grows soft once more.]
We all make mistakes. There isn't a handbook here.