"I know you do," Grace says quietly, though it isn't as if she's given that night much thought before now. Not his end of things, at least, not what he went through that night. She's been too busy trying not to think about any of it, too likely to remember her own part of what happened to give Chinatown any consideration. That doesn't make it less true. She knows he would have done whatever it took to set everything right if he could have. "But you did what you could, darling. You can't change what happened, so why beat yourself up about it?"

It isn't as easy as that, she knows, but maybe she can at least get him to believe that for tonight. If he's reacted this badly now, it's going to take a while for her to make him believe it for longer than that.