He leans against the wall behind him. He doesn't quite meet her eyes, guilt written clearly in his face. A little twist of his mouth showing his unhappiness and discontent.

"It would have...meant you weren't taken by surprise, to begin with," he says. "I can only imagine what you assumed had happened to me, and that - well. I have to think that was painful. And it would have meant that I could have told you some of my reasons, too." He looks at her, finally, and his mouth is twisted in frustration. He is self-evidently sincere, honest, forthright, unhesitating. "Why I left."