It's rare that Coop gets emotional enough that he actually cries, and he doesn't think he's in any real danger of that here but all the same, he can feel his eyes start to sting at Sylvie's words. She's right--she's always been right, she's always acted as a compass for him in so many ways--that everything between them is still so fresh even though it's four years removed. Their relationship had never reached closure, he hadn't even heard a whisper about her after she'd left. She'd disappeared from his life and the lives of their friends as if she'd never existed, taking the pieces of Coop's heart that had made him whole with her.

But no matter how hard he tries to convince himself that there's no reason to believe anything could ever exist between them again, Coop can't help but hope for it just a little.

"You know," he says, pausing to clear his throat, "I haven't had a significant relationship with anyone since you left. It's not that there wasn't anybody worth it, I just-- I didn't think it could be possible that I'd ever love someone like that again." He hadn't been wrong, he still hasn't met anyone who's inspired what Sylvie had made him feel every day they'd been together. "So I've dated around, nothing ever serious, but it always comes back down to you."

He rubs at the back of his head, letting out a sheepish laugh. "I never doubted that you loved me, but I'm sorry it wasn't enough. I'm sorry that whatever it is that really made you leave, I couldn't be there to help you through it. It's all I wanted, to be there for you, to love you." If he's honest with himself, he still wants that. He thinks he probably always will, in some way or another. "I want you to know that I'm here for you now, okay? For anything. Not just because of our history but because of the present, because I still-- I still care about you, no matter what."