With those temptingly kinds words - tempting because he wants to believe them - all the huff and puff of anger goes right out of him. His shoulders slump, his head droops low and his hand comes up to wipe at his face. Imaginary tears or the lines and furrows of too much self loathing, he isn't sure what, but he needs the comfort of the gesture.

"I can't lose her too. I can't."