He fairly slumps against her, clinging to her and holding her tight to him. Desperate, panicked, feeling as if he's in parts and pieces and they're all laid out. Admitting to what he's done is one thing, but knowing Julia has seen it is another.

And she still loves him. Despite it all, she loves him. Even at his worst.

"I love you," he manages, choking on tears he can't stop. "I..." She's seen the worst, and she can still love him. She knows it all... and she is saving him. It's like a wrenching inside of him, painful, tearing through him, and it leaves behind a sensation. One he doesn't understand but he can guess what it is. "Let's... Please, let's go."