Here I am, lying awake, thinking of you in the arms of a woman who is now gone. I want to reach out to you and offer the comfort that both of us need.

The only thing that stops me is knowing that if I touched you once, I could never let go. Honour was always important to you. It's important to me. Right now, I don't feel honourable. I regret a request I made of Will. I regret letting you leave without a fight.