The silence isn't exactly unnerving, but it bothers him far more than he had expected it to that Trowa would hesitate so much over what he assumed was an easy answer. He watches him, confusion turning quickly into concern as Trowa pulls into himself, physically, and from what he can tell, emotionally as well.

It's painful to watch and he has a hand on Trowa's arm almost immediately, trying to offer some kind of comfort while waiting for the silence to come to an end, however Trowa sees fit.

"Here?" he asks when the answer is presented, and a half second later he understands just before Trowa has motioned to the neighborhood around them.

He understood that desire, knowing what waited for him back home, the scar on his stomach where he had been stabbed the daily reminder he did not want. Staying here meant life, a chance to redeem himself for the mistakes he had made - and there were so many. It meant the friends he had made here and the possibility that their friends might be brought back, and, selfishly, it meant Trowa.

Their world had only death.

"I don't think we can," he admitted finally, painfully. "I want to, too."