Finally, the tears come.

He wipes them from his face with his arm, and makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sniffle. He hasn't cried since it happened, hasn't wanted to expose himself to those kinds of feelings, but now, it might be all right. It might be all right.

"I don't know how I can repay you," he says. His voice is muffled by his tears and his sleeve, but he makes sure it's heard.