[Yes, most of that isn't questions, that's fine... He supposes that's fine. Once again, however, he finds himself unable to think of what he should say. It's not like he doesn't understand this feeling - he does and that makes it even harder to say something. If they could handle themselves like adults, without playing games or resisting each other at every turn, perhaps—

Well, perhaps they would still be in LA, for a start. The shop itself has stayed the same, but that's the only thing. And even now, he wants to withdraw away from this, keep it all at arm's length and his feelings to only himself. It would be easier, in the end.]

Selfishly, I left you behind. And now selfishly again, I would like to understand.

[Hmm... that works.]

I told you it was a comfort to have you near. [He says, TO THE WALL] Do you not feel the same?