Maybe Melody had a point. Nothing was resolved, that much was clear, but maybe at this stage there wasn't anything else to say. Maybe anything he did try to put into words would do more harm than good. He definitely didn't want to try and promise something he couldn't deliver, or say something about his own feelings that wasn't true. She'd recognize the lie, anyway, he was sure.

Still, he felt that he had to say something. Now that his attention had been called to this, he didn't want to just pretend he hadn't noticed it. He could remember how giddy she had been right after they'd signed the marriage certificate, and contrasting that with her current state made his heart twist painfully.

"Listen, Melody," he said softly, looking at her although she refused to meet his gaze. "I wish I could tell you that someday I'm going to be good to you, and be the kind of husband you wanted me to be. Maybe someday. I don't know," he admitted, running one hand through his hair. "I never thought I'd be in this situation, and honestly, I don't know if I'm cut out for it. I don't know if I can be the person you wanted me to be. So I can't promise to get there. I can just promise to try. And I don't know if this whole relationship is ever going to be what you wanted it to be... but it will be better than it is now. I can promise that. I just... need some time," he finished, feeling drained now that he'd gotten that all out.