[ Funny - she's often thought about how she'd apologize to him if she saw him again. For not being able to stop it from happening, for not being there sooner, for what he went through, and for not being able to do as he asked even though she really thinks it was the right choice not to. ]

It's--

[ she starts twisting a loose lock of hair between her fingers, a nervous habit she's had most of her life. ]

That wasn't an insult or anything, mind you, I just wasn't-- I didn't think we'd ever--

[ she hesitates, then smiles weakly ]

It's... good to see you.