The gesture has him looking up at her, his free hand moving up and cupping her own.

"But it didn't make a difference then."

She still didn't know, she was still left feeling alone and left behind - which she was, all things considered. His letters never served the purpose he'd intended for them - to explain his decision to her, to apologize to her, to maybe help her move on, maybe even help her forgive him one day - because they never were more than words and thoughts scattered on the floor of his room.