[He doesn't want to leave her. He can't remember the desire to stay with someone being so strong before, and as always, it's for a selfish reason. It isn't just because she's now the only connection he has to Abel. It's also because leaving her will force him to be with his own thoughts, his own insecurities and obsessions of could-have-beens and if-I-had-only-done-thises and he knows if he thinks about it too hard-- thinks about Abel's kind face smiling at him though the good times and the bad-- he will lose it.
But it's wrong to keep her up like this-- he can tell by the weariness in her face that she's exhausted. No choice but to go their separate ways for now; give each other a chance to mourn in privacy.]
I'll do my best.
[It's really all he can say. Reluctantly, he releases her and steps back; attempts one final smile.]
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But it's wrong to keep her up like this-- he can tell by the weariness in her face that she's exhausted. No choice but to go their separate ways for now; give each other a chance to mourn in privacy.]
I'll do my best.
[It's really all he can say. Reluctantly, he releases her and steps back; attempts one final smile.]
Sleep well, Caterina.