[ He isn't sure he'll ever feel all right being on his own, but he doesn't say so. All he wants, aside from her company right now, is to lock himself in his bedroom, burrow in his blankets and stay there until the world decides to right itself again. ]

I won't -- what is there for me to do? I wouldn't even know where to start looking for him. He might be in Germany, for all I know. [ He swallows, then puts his hand over his face for a moment as the tears start again. ] Maybe some things just aren't meant to ever work out. Do you ever feel that way?