[Shaking his head, pushing it so hard in to Eliot's shoulder it has to hurt, but he's not about to let go or let up.] That wouldn't have changed anything. I still made a promise without telling anyone. I-- I figured, I'd already had a pretty good life? A whole lifetime? And-and it was my turn. To make a sacrifice.

[Or so he'd thought at the time, that it had to have been enough with fifty odd years and change.]

Just don't touch me gently?