The world seems to fall silent as Richard locks eyes with you, the sound of the police storming into the warehouse fading into the background. He used you, there's no way around it. He was undercover, he lied to you about so much.

"I'm sorry," he says, his voice so soft he'd be surprised if it reached you, "I'm so sorry." He takes a step forward, trying to put his hand on your arm despite knowing he doesn't deserve the contact. The only thing he didn't lie about was loving you.