"Kate, no, you didn't -- "

His hand closes around her forearm, squeezing it gently.

"This wasn't your fault. I -- "

I thought I could handle it.

"I wanted to be there. You were trying to do what you could."

Then I ruined it.

"You didn't mean for this to happen."

I shouldn't have let it.

He strokes her skin with his thumb and hopes he can convince her, she's not to blame.

Last night was his doing; her and Katherine were right all along.