For a long moment, he's stuck fast between two impulses. Address what he sees, or understand what Kahl does?

Ultimately he glances behind him, and when his eyes widen it isn't with any sort of surprise; it's just the stunned response of vulnerability exposed, desperate yearning and guilty resignation twined together.

As far as he can fathom, this is another beautiful future he cannot have.

He takes a staggered breath and says, "Do you want to talk about me or Peter first?"