Ice shoots up his back as all blood simultaneously drains from his face. He feels too hot and too cold at once, and he doesn't want to believe he's hearing what he thinks he is.

"And the rational minded you wants space." He swallows, willing this to be something better than he fears it is. He'll gladly take anything else, anything at all. "Sure. I'll move my things to my place in town, we'll work from there."