Her words might as well have been blades that buried themselves in his chest. It was worse than he could have imagined. She was attacked and he wasn't there to help her. He shifted in his seat, trying to look anywhere but at Snow. His black hair shielded him from her tearful gaze. He did know if he could hold it together if he looked at her face. 

“I wanted to come back for you,” he said quietly. “It's...complicated.” 

He knew that wasn't any sort of answer, he didn't have the heart to tell her the truth.