[Albert looks at him, or maybe through him, for a few moments, trying to find the words for what he wants to say. He can't, ultimately. His silence surely speaks volumes, though.]

Will, you know... you were my first love. I couldn't bear to lose you. I fear my very soul would shatter into a thousand pieces, and my heart would give up entirely.

[He closes his eyes.]

Come back to bed. Stay for a while, please.

[The last word is hoarse, pleading.]

I always thought I was prepared for loss, but we were so... infallible. I never learned how to grieve, did I?