"You might have... hurt him... Lennox..." He can admit that much. With all they've talked about, it's probably clear that such a thing would have hurt him. Maybe irreparably. "But that he looked... all that time... is proof enough... what you give... is greater than that..."

And that's why he has to manage his own future. He can't look for Faust the way he's looking for Sara. But remembering him will still be greater than the pain of losing him.

And to be thanked in turn, that's something too. He moves again to bump Faust's side.

"Don't worry... so much... I'm not meant... to be your... responsibility... just your friend... whatever happens... I trust you... you can't fail... at that..."

His fingers trace the braid that Faust has woven, the flowers tucked within. There are many things he can never say. But even still, there are much more simple things that he can.

"It's who you are..."