He tears his gaze away from the window, that hand on his cheek, but doesn't look at Niles. Instead, he's looking just at his jaw, not quite making his gaze.

Amanda. Amanda. All Niles talked about was Amanda. He could handle it with Connor, with the man that they both lost.

"Amanda doesn't understand," He says softly. His lower lip juts out not in a pout, but it's nothing faked. He looks like, for a moment, he's going to cry. "Amanda will never understand, because she wasn't there. I was there. I saw you, and.... And what they did... You don't need Amanda," He mumbles, and his hand moves up. Touching Niles' cheek, mirroring his movements. He leans forward, gently touching their foreheads together.

"You just need me."