The embrace catches him by surprise; it takes him a moment to recover long enough to return her hug.

I'm whole enough to be two people, Julia. But he only thinks the words and doesn't say them at all. Instead, he pulls back and smiles at her. "Thanks for fixing the music box. It would have taken me all night."

That's a lie; he's dexterous enough to play a saxophone and he's dexterous enough to fix a music box. He just didn't want to.

He kisses her softly on the forehead. "Goodnight, Julia."

When he turns to the door, his eyes fill with tears.