You're not hard to deal with.

[He's far too on display like that, and is grateful that he hasn't taken his glasses off yet. At least it hides his eyes.]

I — yeah, s'about that. I came to find you, 'cause Hell had come for me and it didn't matter that you'd all but told me to fuck off, I wasn't going to let them... [He shrugs, gaze cast down.] You know the rest. The bookshop on fire and you nowhere to be found, couldn't even sense you anymore.

[He's talked about the basics of this, but it's still not easy.]