['That'? He catches the way her hands move and the smile comes after half a second's delay. He waits until the noisy coffee dispensing is finished before replying.] It was an accident. There's no one to forgive. [He certainly doesn't blame the driver, the elderly man, God, or fate.]

For the longest time I couldn't forgive myself. Being blind and uninsured is expensive in New York. My dad couldn't afford the bills. [He holds the coffee out in her general direction. Although he readily shares this with her, it's not something he's ever really talked about, and he's making himself a little upset though he tries to swallow the discomfort down.]

Maybe I still haven't.