Anatoly hesitated for a moment then put his hand on Freddie's shoulder. He wasn't at all sure the other man would appreciate or understand the gesture, but it was something he had to do. It was hardly sufficient enough to be a proper apology, but it was a start.

The scene changed and he glanced over out of idle curiosity and wished he hadn't. Svetlana and Florence were singing. About him. He forced himself to keep watching, though he would have preferred to shut the damned thing off.

"I am sorry," he whispered and buried his face in his hands. He had tried, he truly had but he was seeing now that he hadn't tried hard enough.