I smear the back of my hand quickly, savagely, across my eyes then turn back.

I didn't think this was going to happen, but I can't blame him for it. I won't. And I won't try to keep him here. If it's what he needs, then it's what he should have.

I'm not going to be mean about it, though. Loving, but understanding. And happy for him! Because it's really good if he knows what he needs. He's come so far!

"All right," I say softly, smiling at him. "I know you love me, and I know you need this, and that's all I need to know. I'll be here, when you come back."

My voice breaks on the last word, but I fight on. "And if you decide you can't come back, well, I'll miss you, but I'll understand. Can I help you pack up your things?"