He considered that for a moment, looking over his shoulder. He imagined permutations and spin-offs of this episode, little alternate universes where he was nagged less and judged less; Jin found that he couldn't imagine them realistically. On a level beyond cognition and articulation, he understood that he would only trust Silas if the man were wholly self-sacrificing, and that was never going to happen. This was as good as it could get, and this was all.
"As you like it," he said placidly, as if his opinion never really mattered. "Avoid me then." 'Because,' his eyes said, 'I will touch you if and when it suits me.'
He turned back to the door and went through it.