Right. [His tone is bitterly sarcastic, as though he figures that merely hoping for her return dooms it to never happen.]
I hate this place. [He leans his head back against the wall with the solid thunk of stone on stone. Part of him feels he should amend that by saying that not everything about it is so awful, but he doesn't. She wants distance, after all, and he's to raw to set himself up for another lecture on why they can't be anything resembling what he'd want.]