Ouch, double ouch, but he supposes he deserves it. His hand lowers in gradual degrees, along with the hitched corners of his lips, until the latter are all but mired in regret.

"Sorry," he murmurs, quiet but clear (always, always clear), trying not to think about the way other apologies in his life have gone. Allen of all people should know― "It must've been hard for you, not knowing, and... It wasn't right that you had to find out that way from Rhode, when the rest of us were right here with you. I'm sorry."