"I did do something wrong," Dylan insisted. "I knew this, I was the one telling you this, I- I should have listened to Patrick." He sighed, because he knew he was right. This was his doing, he should have stayed away and it wasn't her fault that she was being forced into this. It was his, and it made him feel horrible for doing this to her.
"I just didn't want to stay away. At first I was drunk and then I just didn't want to so I ignored it. Now you're suffering because I was being selfish."
He forced himself to let go. "I'll just-" He stopped himself from apologising again. "Good," he said instead when she said she'd tell him if she got sick. "I won't do that to you. We'll find a way to work things out if you do get sick. Perhaps it's just starting, yes? It will go away, you won't have to live with this. We'll fix it." And to fix it he needed to stop talking and actually leave.
He kissed the top of her head, then got up and headed towards the window and his broom against the wall. "I'll see you around, yeah?" he said before flying away.