He hadn't walked too far into the apartment, his eyes looking around at the clutter of boxes she'd yet to unpack, the ones she'd packed to get out of the country and as far away from him as possible. "I don't want to be miserable anymore. I was miserable when I got here, and I've done nothing but stay angry for whatever reason, and..." he glanced down at his cane, thumped it on the floor once, then looked back up at her, "the only time I've felt anything...or happy...was with you."