Note: Another 47-word 'drabble'. J/C, post-Endgame, Chakotay's perspective.
"47 counselling sessions. I'm not there yet. But … I'm sorry."
You wonder what to do with this. What expectations she has.
"None," she says.
You tell her you don't owe each other anything.
Her eyes are searching. "I owed you this, Chakotay."
She did.
You walk away.