Big Salmon Lake wake up, sleepyhead, it's happening without you

You can't. Those are the words that stick with him, ultimately, settling in the empty space in his chest like a block of ice. He lets out a shaky breath as Firestorm continues, realizing it'd been for nothing. The search, his promise, all the vulnerability he'd shown — he'd made a fool of himself for nothing, smashed his heart against the cold stone walls his friend has raised against him.
At least he feels less this way.
Okay, He breathes, the word scarcely more than a whisper. I'm sorry. Suddenly everything aches, and all he wants to do is go home — not Neverwinter Forest, or Uaine Gorsedd, or Swiftcurrent Creek. Home has always been with Helios, but Helios is gone or dead, and he doesn't know what he longs for anymore. He just misses the feeling.
He rises slowly, still fighting tears, and turns to leave. There's nothing more to say, not until they both calm down. He can't be sure Firestorm will come back to Neverwinter Forest, but he knows he can't force him to. As much as he wants control over the situation, his friend has made it clear that he will not be controlled, not even a little. All he can do is try his best to let go, at least for now. He's never been very good at that, but he can try.