He couldn't sleep. Andrew punched his pillow, tossed and turned, and then he simply gave up. He got dressed then and left the bedroom. He contemplated going to the flat above the bakery and just staying the night there where he didn't have to hear his wife tinkering about and adding to his guilt. She'd all but offered herself to him and his manhood just... wouldn't. Not after what happened. It wasn't that he was unattracted to her at all, it was that the guilt was eating at him. He didn't look at her as he entered her domain, but he did murmur, "I am sorry, lass. I... just feel tired today." It wasn't a lie.