"No," he answered, shaking his head. "No, he's just gone. But it won't be the same if he ever comes back. I won't feel the same because I've been lost, abandoned and I could never trust him the way I did before." It was something that actually gave him some solace. That he would never allow himself to go through this again, as much as the clawing pain of needing love still swept over him from time to time. More often than he'd like to admit.
"I just," he started, wrapping his fingers around George's arm again. "Miss feeling close to someone. Actually being physically close to someone. I don't feel like I've slept in months and... maybe I haven't. Days start to blur together when all you do is wander between churches, praying, and occasionally stop to find a hotel to shower in. I haven't been back to my apartment in so long. It just feels hollow. Empty."