He nods faintly, sitting down on the couch for now while he waits. He's stiff and sore, not sure how much he can even move again right now. But then he hears Juliet speaking to Horace, and his heart aches all over again for her.

She was ready to leave, she couldn't be here anymore.

He's not sure he could have done the same. If anything happened to her, he wouldn't be able to leave without knowing what happened, or where she was. He'd have to keep looking. But maybe for Juliet, it couldn't go that way. Quiet as he just watches her, he waits until she comes back with a sandwich, but he doesn't eat.

"You were gonna leave?"