He looks down at the ground, unable to meet her gaze for a long moment, the truth of her words stinging in his ears and in his chest. It's not a question of whether he wants to hear the words, but whether he needs to hear them, and the pang of guilt that rockets through him is unmistakable for what it really is - even if he never harbored that feeling around Kathryn when he'd considered doing something different at the bridge tonight.

He'd never once felt that he was doing something wrong with Mary Margaret, but he now sees the duty that he has to uphold, the commitment that he needs to honor.

"I know," he says, his voice soft.