[He leans in and kisses her forehead gently, closing his eyes for a moment.]

I know. I'm sorry. [He pulls her closer to him and rests his chin atop her head, troubled now for a different reason.]

You know that -- this wasn't about you or about Scott, right? That it wasn't...I mean, my judgment when I came here wasn't at its best.

[Then again, when is it, really?]

I don't want that now. I haven't for a long time.