He never asked, either. Or at least, as far as he remembered. And with Yuri's confirmation, he knew he hadn't. He had done more damage 3 years ago then he could have imagined he'd done. A little older, and having spent some time alone, meant he understood a little better now. But, there wasn't anything he could do about that.

He turned his head away. He was trying to look at something else. Anything else. Anything that wasn't Yuri.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. He didn't enjoy apologizing. He didn't enjoy that he had seemed to have hurt Yuri so much, too. He fought through the stubbornness to do it.

He didn't want to sound flippant about it or make excuses. He didn't sound like he was just apologizing to apologize, either. He wanted Yuri to get it. This wasn't easy for him. It was complicated, and he didn't always make good choices.

"I cared, so you know. I take relationships seriously when I am in them. I cracked under the pressure with you, too. As I do, but you already know that about me." He was unamused the entire time he spoke again.

He was keeping it together, and he should just be happy about that.