He can't help but notice the way she sits, the way the half light in the room reflects against her skin. He aches with how much he misses her. It's so much easier to pretend it isn't true when she's not right there in front of him.

His question hadn't been some attempt to stay with her, but rather a hope that she might know somewhere he could go. Her answer makes him dip his head a little, and he nods, trying not to listen to the way the rain hits loudly against her window.

"Yes, of course. One with nature. What could be better?" He smiles, or at least tries to smile, and reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose.