He doesn't think he can make her understand. He's always been 'that kid'. Only his face changed, didn't it? Keats said it. When you know the truth, it explains a lot.

He has to prove he was wrong. He can't bear the thought of being that bloody idiot, who made all this happen.

'I don' want to talk about it.'

What's the point of creating a whole world from nothing if you're not allowed to be impervious? And he is, mostly. There.

He doesn't know how to be here.