He's silent beside her when she opens the door, letting himself linger even when she lets go of his hand because he can't imagine being anywhere else - even when he could with only the smallest thought.

When the door opens, pain cuts through him - memory, regret, loss and the tingle of the anger he'd felt after he passed on to where he'd landed.

"Bu Kuh Nuhn..." he whispers, shaking his head in disbelief. It's not a replication for him... it's home. It's their home. "I can't..."

For a long moment, his feet refuse to move, he simply stands in the open doorway and watches her move with the grace of an angel - his angel, a little harder around the edges but when wasn't she?