Baxter watches you with a somber expression. He sighs, replying bluntly, "I'm leaving." It's no surprise, really. He did say it was only a fling. And yet, you can't bring yourself to let him go. You desperately pull him into a kiss. Baxter doesn't resist but he doesn't even reciprocate.

It's nothing like the night at that lodge you two went to, that night... You pull away to see his eyes water. He's... crying. Why? Isn't he the one who wants to leave? You realise you've overstepped, pulling away completely and taking a step back.