"I hate that you're alone here," he says with a roughness in his voice. "If I could stay here, I would."

He hated that he wasn't even able to give her the small comfort of sending her messages as his true self here.

And at that he pulls back, starting to remove himself from the hug.

"Sorry," he says slowly. He didn't want to give false comfort. "You know I've been away on that case at home. I haven't talked to anyone in a while."