[Something in him snaps, something he doesn't recognize as the ghost loosening its hold slightly, and he drags his hand down the wall. He slides it behind Shizuku and moves in close, his head dropping so his forehead rests on hers.]

You're going to leave me. I know that's how this has to work. Don't you want to go back knowing only the best part of me?

[Maybe this time it won't hurt to be left behind, if he's simply not scorned.]