Ethan shakes his head as his eyes burn further, and he looks at her through those tears. He lifts up a hand to wipe away at the tears at her face after a moment. The whole of him broken over by the weight and the strength of what he is feeling as he feels her forehead press against his neck. His arms wind tightly around her too, pulling her in against his chest, because he-- he knows in his head why they did, why they had to.

It was impossible choice, and they couldn't-- couldn't leave their family, but-- but they're family, and it wasn't okay. None of it was okay.

His expression crumples again against her, and he is still shaking his head as he speaks in this really wobbly voice. "It didn't make any sense," he says, and there's grief in the sound of his voice, loss in the way that it cracks in between them. "I knew why, but it didn't make sense, walking away from you forever. It still doesn't make sense to me, but I've... got to walk back through that door someday to a world where you don't exist." He doesn't even know what world it is, but he knows it is one that doesn't have her in it.

And the world makes no sense because he knows that-- it's-- His arms tighten around her further, pulling her in against his chest as his face crumples against her again.