[That heavy and uneasy feeling grows because the tone isn't helping, and he's not sure what the hell to say. He wants to push for an answer, but...maybe not yet.]

...I know. I love her, so it'll work out that way. And the rest...[Man.] It's been...a weird six weeks, man. I've been learning a lot about myself I wasn't sure I would've figured out. I don't regret the people I've met here and the things I've felt for them, even though maybe I should. Nothing will be meaningless if I have a say in it.

[...but he frowns curiously, turning to face Carlos even while Carlos isn't looking at him.]

Why are you saying it like we won't get the chance to meet her? Or that we won't see you again whenever we get back?