"I am sorry."

"Sorry? Elliot, sorry isn't enough. You were my partner every day, for over twelve years. You walked away, and I didn't hear from in for over a year. How do you think that made me feel?"

He brushes her bangs, behind her ear, "Olivia," he says softly, "I never meant to hurt you."

"But you did."

"I can see that, now. Please let me make it up to you."

"I don't know if I can."

"I feel like you're holding back. Why? Why are you so afraid?"

"You are the only person," she clenches her jaw, to fight of the tears, "in my entire life, that I have loved, this much. And you are the one person that can hurt me, like nobody else."

"Liv, I am so sorry."

"I feel guilty," she adds.

"Guilty, for what?"

"I am always going to feel like the other woman. I feel responsible for your marriage, for your family falling apart. I don't think that anything will ever change that."

"Olivia, you weren't the other woman."

"I wasn't?" she asks, cutting him to the core.

He doesn't answer her.

"You didn't think about me, when you were laying in bed, next to your wife, at night? I didn't cross your mind, when you woke up to her, every single morning?"

"You know that I would be lying, if I told you no."

"I don't want the burden of being responsible."

"You weren't responsible. You have nothing to feel guilty about. Kathy is the one who wanted out. She is the one who asked for a divorce. She went outside of our marriage, to find happiness."

"So, she's the whore, and you have no blame?"

"I didn't say that."

"You pushed her away."

"I know. I pushed her away, just like you're pushing me away, now. Why? Why are you pushing me away?"

"I thought that I wanted this, but I don't."

"Why would you even say that? You are the only person that I want to be with."

"And, when I am lying in bed, next to you, I feel like your dirty little secret."

"Olivia! I am divorced."

"I look at you, and I can't help think about her. And, I can't help think about the faces of your children."

"Liv, stop. Stop feeling guilty. Just be happy. For once, just let yourself be happy."

"I don't know if I can," she admits.

"Beside, my kids don't care."

"You don't know that," she argues.

"Liv, you may not have told anyone, but I have. The kids know. They don't care."

"I don't believe you."

"This is never going to work, is it? I made one mistake, and you're never going to be able to trust me again, are you?"

She blinks away tears, "I don't know."

He wipes the tears from her cheek, with his fingers. No matter how complicated their relationship had ever been, he had always been there for her, he tries to convince himself. He shakes his head, knowing that just isn't true. Cause he walked away, when she needed him the most. He could never say the right words, when she needed to hear them the most. He swallows hard, holding back his own tears, trying to be strong, for her. He takes a breath, hoping what he says next will come out soft, and genuine.

"I have made a lot of mistakes. You know that, better than anyone. You know me, better than anyone. I know my apologies don't really mean anything to you, anymore. I have apologized, so many times, that even I stopped believing me. I know that you lost faith in me. You had every reason to. I just want you to know, that I am here now. I want you to know, that I'm not ever going to leave you, again. No matter how hard you push. No matter how hard, you try to shut me out. I am here for you," he promises taking her in his arms.

"How am I supposed to believe your promises?"

He lets go of her, "You don't have to. It's my job to prove it to you. Look, Liv, I love you. That is never going to change."

She looks at him, knowing it's the one thing that she can believe. She looks into his eyes. He pulls her in, with his big blue eyes. He presses his lips against hers.

As she kisses him, she knows she's lying to herself. She pushes the thought from her mind, as she pulls on his tie. She tries to stay in the moment, but she finds it difficult. He senses her hesitation. He pauses. He presses his lip against her ear. "Liv, I love you," he whispers. She doesn't say it back, she just searches for his lips. She allows herself to get caught up in the moment.

An hour later, she lies in her bed, next to him. They lie under tangled sheets. She just looks at him. His arm is around her. She is close to him, with her hand on his chest. She rests her chin, on his chest, and stares at his face. He looks at her, as she lies there, in silence. The sheet stops, just above her waist. He allows his hand to shift, from just above the small of back, up her spine. He stops between her shoulder blades. He kisses her forehead.

"Liv?"

"Hm?"

"What are you thinking?"

"It's time for you to go home," she answers.

He looks past her, to the alarm clock sitting on her bedside stand.

"Time for me to go home? It's barely ten o'clock."

"You can't stay here," she tells him.

"Why not?"

"Because, I don't want you to."

"Why do you have a guilty conscience? We're not doing anything wrong, here."

"I still feel like we are."

"Olivia I don't have anything I need to go home to."

"I am not ready for you to spend the night," she argues.

"We have been seeing each other for five months, and I still can't spend the night? I have more privileges when I was your partner."

"You're not my partner, anymore," she reminds him.

"I know that. You would never sleep with your partner."

"You have to pick Eli up, in the morning. You should go home, get some rest."

"Ok," he concedes.