*breaks off because, while a hundred options are running through his head, not the least prominent of which is to brush off your words and say the things you most like to hear, the things that will weaken your resolve and keep you near him, for once in his life he isn't sure it will work*
*turns and walks away from you, toward the door (because he can't look at you anymore just now (because he is afraid you will vanish right before his eyes))* *pauses and looks around the room* How did you get all these things so quickly?