[He wants to say, you did not, but he can't, they never talked about this, about her. She had been, no matter how grudgingly he had to admit it, an ally, he knew Charles had flirted, but love? That was something more than he expected, and he goes quiet for a long moment, trying to work out what to say.]
I'm sorry. [A beat; he takes a breath.] But I don't think you had another option.
[Private]
I'm sorry. [A beat; he takes a breath.] But I don't think you had another option.