It's not that you're not good at this. It's that you gave up before you even tried.

[ Maybe now's not the time to say it. Maybe his bluntness is unwelcome, in this hazy time. But it has to be said. If it were just he and Andy, Rex would let it go - hell, nothing would have happened in the first place. He'd take whatever Andy had to say on the chin. But he'd seen the way Poe had reacted, the way he'd gone drawn in and quiet, far more terrible than anything he could have done out of sheer rage or frustration, and as much as Rex has come to realize that he loves Andy, he loves Poe too. He doesn't only need to make this right for himself. He needs to make it right for him.

Maybe he should reach out, help Andy to her feet as she tries to shake off the last of the paralysis. But she earned this, so he doesn't. ]

You can still make it up to him. By trying. You will make it up to him. I know you will, [ he says quietly, quiet enough that there's no chance of Poe overhearing. If he can just get it through her skull, she'll do it. By - oh, he doesn't know. Saying it back, without the anger. Holding him. Swearing her fealty throug actions, not through words. ]

What is there to be scared of, Andy?