[His silence is easily perceived as disbelief and she feels an ache spread from the tightness in her chest, Kate leaning closer to her device. As if she might have reached for his hand and pled with him to believe her, if not for the physical distance between them.]

He's not. [But gentle insistences that bordered on desperation, had never won an argument and her gaze drops, Kate staring at her hands in the hopes that they carry the words she needs.]

Haven't you ever - [Gaze lifting once more.] - crossed a line for all the right reasons, even though your actions proved to be... misguided at best?

[Another flicker of guilt, as Kate could have just as easily been talking about herself, as she was Richie.]