Miniver lays back down on the couch and is silent. Still, and silent, and he remains so long enough to perhaps make one wonder whether he'd fallen asleep. Finally, though, he does speak -- quietly, apologetically, his voice trembling a little though he tries to hide it.
"I want to have us be fixed, for our kids, and for us. Because it hurts, and it always has. I don't... I can't..."
Can't what? Can't deal with being loved by someone he can't make his heart want the same way in return. Can't deal with the implications of what that all might mean -- that they've forgiven to some extent the selves that made them both hate each other in the first place, and the parents who made them like that. Can't stop fighting and let all of it actually hurt him, where it belongs and always has been, instead of broadcasted onto an imaginary ghost of someone else's son...
Miniver awkwardly scrambles upright. He half-sits on the very edge of the cushion just long enough to give the impression he doesn't know what he's doing. Then, he stands, and goes to Skwisgaar, and just looks into his face, searching.