With her hands on his face, he looked back up at the woman and saw the tears welling up in her green eyes, the man instinctively reaching out and wiping them away as she finished her soft verse for him, one that he had written in his opera. There really was no going back for them; though she had at least gone with Raoul, had her heart ever really chosen him? Clearly not. Christine belonged with Erik, even she knew that now.
He pressed his lips to the girl's forehead in a gentle motion and then he shrugged off his coat to put it around her chilled form, trying to keep her warm as she wasn't wearing much out on the cool beach. "We have, Christine. Once and for all," he assured her with that smile of his. "Now come, I'm going to get you indoors where it's warm," he told her in the voice he would use to tutor her, firm, yet kind.
Erik held her hand in his, their fingers entwined, and he began to lead her along back towards the apartment buildings. He thought he would take her to his room tonight so they could at least talk and maybe...she would let him hold her. Of course, he thought about other things, but he wouldn't ever want to force Christine to be intimate with him if she didn't want to.