Exactly 100 words.
"I'll be back in a week or two, I can't be sure." He opened the door and looked back at me, as if he expected something. The look in his eyes gave away what he thought I was going to do. He thought I was just going to say 'Wait!' and jump into his arms so he couldn't leave. I had done that in the past, and it didn't work.
I don't know why he thought I would do that now. We just reunited, and he only came here with the thought of opening one or two of my arteries.