"No you're not," he disagreed with a smile. "You have no reason to be. It was all going to hell in a hand basket by the time you got here." A bow for the end of the dance, as was courteous.

He didn't believe for a moment she was sorry. He didn't believe she had anything to be sorry about. And he would absolutely continue to blame her so he could continue to avoid blaming himself.

But since he was living on honesty these days, there was no reason to let her leave it on a lie.