Is this the way out from the endless scene?

"You know," Minoth starts, contemplative as ever (or maybe a touch more sincerely pensive, and not as much showy avuncularity), "I don't think I missed you, these past two years."

(Addam has to tamp down somewhat harsh feelings of rejection that rise in his throat, at that information so willingly, almost casually given.)

Minoth's slow nod is accelerated in effect by the just-as-contemplative biting of his lower lip from within. He massages his chin with two fingers.

"Living in a place like that, you don't think you'll ever get to love yourself enough not to need to miss anyone else."