She's pushing him out, and yet it still doesn't feel like a no he's hearing, a go with any kind of insistence beyond the desperation of the moment. His hand catches at the doorframe and he realizes this is his change to make a final plea of his own as he uses the momentum to turn, calling out to her in the doorway.

"Meet me tonight. At least think about it," he quickly adds, before she can find the space to reply.

"I'll be at the bridge where you found me at eight o'clock. Think about it until then and decide. If you don't show, I'll know - and I'll never bother you again. But if you choose this - if you choose us - " His expression breaks into a smile, unabashed. Excited. Almost boyish.

"You know where I'll be."