"I'm sorry."
He kissed her.
He didn't mean to. He always swore not to touch what wasn't his. Her included.
He was a man. He had faults, he be the last one to deny that.
By god, he was a man in mourning! His wife left him, took the kids, took the house, took the car, left the rings. What women could blame her?
She, a child of a painful divorce tried to comfort him. Just not the comfort he took.
She punched him.
He expected no less.
"I know."
"Won't happen again. Promise."
"I know."
"We're leaving in five."
"Fine."