[He doesn't tell her not to cry, he knows that will be a waste. Instead he holds her, rocking her gently, running his hand over her back as soothingly as he can. He doesn't know if this will be the last time, or if it is merely the first of a series of hollow and ultimately painful encounters.]

I'm so sorry love, I don't know what to do. Do you want me to stay? To go? I'll do whatever you like, you know I will.