[Why - he almost asks. He almost says. I left you - he almost lets it drop. While the rest of him counters silently with for a couple hours. His brain keeps churning through all of that. Over and over again. Desperately trying to sort out a solution and desperately missing.]

[So he unpacks. He organizes. Keeps his hands busy. Recognizable actions, probably.]

This is the second time this has happened. First Trench, now this... it's a lot, I suppose. Leaving one so unexpectedly...

[Leaving you, is what he means.]