He doesn't think he's wallowing, he's been trying to pick himself up and move forward the best he can even if she can't see that. Maybe she hasn't had a chance to because every time they're together it's some crisis or another.

"I know," that he's a dick. It wasn't really anything but a statement just shy of a hypothetical. He doesn't doubt that she'd be better off out of his orbit, but neither of them can keep their distance in a place like this so he has to try to be better for her. That's what Kira had said anyway. Frank scratches the top of Aurora's head when she comes back around and sighs, trying to let go of some of the tension pooled at the top of his spine. "And that's never been on you, Karen. I'm sorry if I make you feel that way."

It's sincere, his voice soft as ever as he forces himself to meet her eyes with more than a wandering gaze. She doesn't have to accept the apology which is something she knows, but at least he means it. He's reaching out, should she choose to bridge the rest of the emotional canyon they both had a hand in digging between them.