"I don't want to talk anymore," he replied, rolling onto his other side and pulling the blankets up over his shoulders before curling into a pillow. In his mind, there wasn't anything left to talk about. He was drawing the line, he wasn't telling George about the exact nature of his relationship with Hari and why it had torn him apart so throughly. He was done talking about that. It was like telling the same story over and over and he couldn't relive it one more time - his abandonment, the way he felt like it was all his failing. He had to be done with it. If he couldn't forget he had to move on (even if he had been trying to move on for seven months and it still wasn't working).
He didn't want to push George away but he was starting to think, now, that it might be easier.