He came on the Saturday with wine, and flowers for Nora, and a genuine and entirely disarming apology.
That was the thing nobody warned you about Michael Cole. Nora had spent a week building a case against a man she had met twice, and he walked into the hall with snow on his shoulders and hugged his brother, and said, "I've been an absolute prick, and I'm going to say it once and then we're going to have a nice evening," and then did exactly that.