He settles her closer, takes a breath -- it feels like a very long time ago, even though it was not, and it also feels so very sharp, still painful.

"When he and I were talking, that day, I told him all I felt," his hand strokes down her arm. "I suppose we had it out. But when I started to speak of what my last few months at Camelot were like... something broke, like a dam. Everything came spilling out, everything I had been feeling but trying to avoid for so long. All at once. I could not stop it. I wept, hard, the kind of weeping that hurts. I was shocked, because... it is not often I weep at all."