He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to hers, and trying with everything in him to remind himself that this wasn't real. She was only saying that because he wanted her to say that. She was only here because he was missing her and his mind was basically dumping that information to his subconscious. Nevermind that it hadn't happened before. It was real now.

"I didn't mean to leave," he said, as if that could somehow make it better. It couldn't, and he knew it. He could no more apologize to Miss Parker than he could apologize to the victims of the Centre.

"I'm sorry, Miss Parker."