He turned around, caught by surprise. His clothes were folded in the proper way. Too proper for him. "This is not my place" he said, trying to justify himself, still trying to better himself on the eyes of the other. Always better, never enough. "I need to go. It's been enough" there was a pausa, light, in the air. "I can't fight what I am anymore" a longer pausa, silence filling the room. "I'm going back to her".