"I." He flushed, embarrassed. "I don't want to. I mean, if I lost everything, anything else. I just couldn't.."
He looked up at Paul and gave a tight small smile at his own clumsiness at expressing what he wanted to say. "Teaching. It kept me.. I mean, it sounds terribly over-dramatic to say it, but it kept me alive at one point Paul. I fear greatly losing that ability, or not being fit to teach. I."
He paused, and gave a small cough, before continuing. "There was one student. After the fire. His parents didn't want me seeing him any more. Thought that.. I'd be too mentally unwell, that my nerves would be too shot to teach properly anymore."