*closes his eyes and exhales, at once perfectly calm and still atop the tumult of white noise in his head, his heart full of a litany of it's okay and this is better*
*dimly hears you speaking, as though the words are filtering through under water* Hm? *processes (too late) that initial tension in your frame (you're still in love with me and this cannot possibly bring you peace)*
*draws back hurriedly* No, no, it's fine. *the words falling out of his mouth (out of the blue)* Or you could come with me? *blinks as he tries to work out what he's just said* It wouldn't be—. It'd be like a road trip, I guess? *flushes uncomfortably as he backpedals* Eru, I'm (so unfair)(so cruel) sorry. I don't know what I'm thinking. Of course we can't just go right back to... *flounders for the right words here, too, because of course there's no going back to the time when they were friends and not lovers (that time is brand-new and starts now)* *mumbling* Sorry.
*shoots to his feet and picks up his suitcase by the handle (dragging it requires more time during which he can be firmly cemented in your mind as a total jerk)*