Reno drew in a long, slow breath, his eyes closed, and if he just gently shifted their weights about a little he could rest his chin on her shoulder and lean his head sideways so that his cheek was pressed to hers, and maybe that would begin to be close enough. Maybe.

Not nearly, but maybe.

"I'm... sorry," he whispered.

There weren't words. And he was them. And maybe even if there were words, he wouldn't be someone who had any right to say them. But he could say that, because he couldn't just leave it silent.