[There's no denying that hearing him say it makes his eyes start to water and his throat constrict. Theo stays quiet though, because he knows Seven is even worse at comfort as he is with love.]
I know you can't. [A sigh, disappointed maybe, a little hurt, obviously trying to get a handle on himself.] I wish you could, but all the wishing in the world won't change that. [There's so much sadness in his tone that it's not surprising he takes another swig from the bottle.] I can't come back to you. Not like that. Even if she leaves. [It's not even clear to him for who's benefit he's saying that.]