Eyeing Miriam carefully, Bax wasn't aware that she felt that way. Or maybe she was just saying that to try and get him to stop apologizing. Either way, he actually felt marginally better. It had been a long time since he'd moved forward the tiniest fraction in that respect.

Bax took a deep breath and another sip of his whiskey, struggling with what to say in response. "There's somebody out there better for you than me, Meer." He had to believe that. Somebody who wouldn't second guess himself or his devotion to her. She deserved better than a man who couldn't give her his all, one hundred and ten percent- and Bax knew he couldn't do that.