What is he supposed to do with that? It's words he did not want to hear, and yet there is an ease that washes over the ache of his heart that almost hurts more for it. Still his eyes do not find Cidolfus, cast out to the passing scenery as they are. He can feel the magnetic pull lessen itself—that confession counted—and yet he does not move to push Cid away.

This has not gone the way he expected it to. Nor the way he wanted. Perhaps he would have been better off letting Cid come to him after all. He might have avoided...this.

How much longer before the next stop? Not that it is one that either of them want nor need, but it is a marker for this little scheme that seems pointless now. So, he chooses to just...enjoy the silence and the company in the limited capacity he can, though it doesn't spare him from the pain of old wounds being picked at.