He wanted to answer all of Fox's questions, he wanted to go to him, assure him. But he held back, he held strong, and he tried to pull away. There was no chance of his mind being changed, he couldn't now even if he wanted to. This had to be the way things were, painful as it was. He turned away when he saw the tears forming in the other man's eyes and looked down at his own feet, but that meant he still had a piece of the man he wanted, the only man he would ever want, to look at. No place was safe to look, everywhere the bronzerider filled his vision, and so he gave up trying to advert his gaze.
He looked up, and that was a mistake.
The tears spilled down his cheeks.
His hand and fingers itched to turn and hold that hand, and he found it doing so, at least for a moment. A goodbye. There were sparks, and he felt a whimper vibrate in his throat. No, he had to pull away and he did. "Mountains... there are mountains, things that are in the way that I can't explain, Fox. I'm sorry, I don't want to hurt you, I'm not trying to, but this is how it has to be." He stepped forward, then back. "Please, just let me go." He turned back to his door and grabbed the knob again, fingers like a vice around it.