Julien looks up at him with unreadable round eyes. "There's nothing else I can tell you." There's nothing else he's willing to say. This is horrifying and hard, he's mourning who he was and what he's lost, he's afraid he won't be able to present the personality that suits anymore; that's plenty.

"Okay. One more time. Why did you come out here? There's so much else you could do with your time, effort... You left the clinic. Why?" He just wants to hear it.