It makes Kyle think about that night with the snow and the ice and the driving wind. It also makes him think about right now with Elijah. What could end up being the last things they say to one another if this place tears them apart?

It's a painful thought that has him shifting, sitting up and bending over, his elbows on his knees and holding the phone to his ear.

You're right, I don't have to. I want to. This isn't about what I owe you, or feeling I'm indebted or anything of the sort. It's about making a choice.

[There's so many things he wants to say, that he should say but he fears if he says them he'll chase Elijah away, make him shut off more and hang up.]

Then I die. I'll die by my choices, but I know what I want. I know who I want to be with. If that never happens again, then I'll still wait.

[He's trying not to say that he loves him, that he wants him back, but he's not lying either. Elijah asked and he's being honest.]