He turned to face her as he reached the door, his eyes roaming over her again..though not in the way they used to when she was wearing his work shirts or when she used to cook dinner. No, he was just taking her in and letting his mind run through all the possible scenarios.
"You're right, I don't know. But I'm not going anywhere and I promise you, I'm not giving up on us. I just want you to trust me. You'll see, this city is on the brink and I think it can still be saved."
He looked down and away from her, he didn't raise his voice. He didn't like it, he did have a temper and a vicious streak..but she had only ever seen his temper once. Maybe the time he told his father about their engagement, but he had apologized immediately and spent the next two weeks taking her to her favorite places to eat.
He could roar when he wanted to, that deep voice had filled the apartment for a few seconds with a surprising amount of anger. He looked back to her and his words were soft, but there was steel under them as he met her gaze.
"I'm not about to let these last two years be wasted. I'll be in touch, Megan. I'm home."
He bowed his head, a small and somber sort of good bye. Then he openned the door and let himself out, by the time the door shut in the hallway...he was gone.