*watches you silently, noting the obvious way you can't meet his gaze and interpreting it the only way he knows how (you're lying to me)*
*tightly, much more alert now* What do you have to sort out? *after a pause* I never said I wanted you to leave. *feeling the grip of that oh-so-familiar frustration (because he still has to spell it out) but only lowering his voice (please listen)* I want you here, with me.