What was that old adage? 'To solve a problem, walk around'? Paul doubted everything would be solved this afternoon, but it could be a start perhaps. "Let's walk," he said, nodding toward the door, holding his coffee in one hand.
It was a nice day outside, and he pushed open the door - glad to breathe the fresh air. Above all else, reappearing and disappearing building parts aside, he was glad he had chosen this location. It was right by the beach, something that suited him.
"I know he does," Paul sighed, referring to Roy's uncanny ability to put the welfare of everyone else ahead of his own. "And he will face that. Someday, when he is ready. But you can't force him to realize anything. It's also..." He paused. "It's about Sarah too."