[it stings, the way he looks at her, the way he talks to her, but it's only a surface sting, no worse than at any other time the two of them have butted heads. the thing that really hurts carol in all of this is herself, because she knows her apologies are no good, but if she can't help him then what else does she have but apologies?]

I'm sorry about everything, okay?

[her voice is still small, frustrated, she's still not meeting his eye.]

How I can't ever seem to do right by you, how I'm always screwing everything up. How I can't do anything to help you, or stop you getting hurt. I know you don't want any of that but I still hate it, and I'm sorry, and I'm always gonna be sorry.