Then it all turns around again, and an invisible weight beats down on his shoulders. Drooping, he just sighs and falls back onto the bed. He really isn't sure what he'd been hoping for and feels utterly ridiculous for it. To think he could even have some to hope for to begin with is a ridiculous thought in itself.

"Hm."

Is the only sound he manages to make, curling up on his side, keeping his gaze away from Gabe, to avoid watching him leave. That incessant need to absorb everything about this moment lingers but it's weak enough now to fight. So he holds his breath until that door clicks shut again.