He nodded and awkwardly stood in place for a moment. Then he pulled the door open and tried to suppress the guilty feeling that, while he always carried with him, seemed to have doubled lately in Heather's case. They both wanted the same thing, but he wouldn't let them have it. Was that right? No. Not at all. But he knew that, in the long run, it'd be better for the both of them. Even if it hurt like hell for a while.
"I'll see you around then," he said. He offered her a smile, but it never quite reached his eyes. Then he turned away and started walking down the hall, half kicking himself and halfway wanting to go back and tell Heather that they ought to screw the hell out of what he'd said before. But he didn't.