Ah, right. The jacket. The one he still wore more often than not, even though it clearly didn't fit in with this world. But it was his and it meant something. But he'd also kinda thought -- well. She was from the point when she'd worn it too, so it would be familiar.
He frowned, glanced down at the countertop for a moment. "Well, no," he said bitterly, "I'm not with them anymore. I'm here." He liked it here, he did. And he didn't want to go back, but it bothered him that he'd ditched when they'd needed him most.
Except, they'd always needed him most all the time. And the person he wanted to give for just wasn't there anymore.
"I didn't want to stay with them. Not then. But things changed and -- I don't know. I did. It was a good cause." He thought maybe she'd understand. Isabel had seemed to almost like it when she didn't think people were looking.