"Thought we were it," he sighed, running a hand over his face. "You know, the be-all, end-all that so few people ever find."
She wouldn't know what to say to that, he understood. Or at least he tried to understand. Nothing about this situation made any kind of sense. Except maybe the despair that was inching its icy hands further up his spine the longer he stood there. He was absolutely willing to try again, but what if Romilda didn't want to? The question played through his mind over and over like a cruel sort of broken record.
"I'd still rather you tell me. Maybe I can help you sort out what's real and what isn't. If...if not, maybe there's something else I can try."