[He's silent for a moment. She understands. Of course she does, because she must be going through the same unrelenting tangle of feelings. He doesn't really care about you. He's just like every other human who will leave you behind in the end. He bites his bitterness back, swallows his jealousy. They're both working through this together, aren't they?]

It's...hard. [Not knowing what else to say, he'll fall back on what he does best: focus on himself.]

...When I was there with her, even though I felt out of place - because I looked different, with my hair and my eyes and the way I was dressed - I think...she tried to treat me the same. She didn't ignore me or leave me behind to spend time with him, even though she knew it might be a long time until she could see him again. [He doesn't know what that means - he's still working through it as he speaks - but it seems like an important piece of the puzzle to save.]