*strides back into the living room, seizing his jacket from where it hangs over the back of an armchair*
*looks at you once, long and piercingly, trying to remember why he came in here thinking he'd apologize to you* *thinks to tell you (again)(for the thousandth time) why he does what he does, but he's told you this before and you've disregarded it (it's never enough)*
*finally says nothing at all, fearing he's said too much (never enough) already* *stares at his wallet and keys rather dumbly, realizing he doesn't actually need any of it (he doesn't run the maze; he's just the rat)* *drops them on the table beside the door and, visibly burdened (broken), leaves without another word*