"You don't have to enjoy it," he pointed out. "Every once in a while, we all have to do things that we don't want to. Things that hurt. Things that make us question, but ... if it was somethin' that couldn't keep going on, it was best to end it before it got any worse."
He watched her as she leaned out the window, though he held back his words of caution. She wasn't drunk or unstable; there was no reason to think she'd fall.
He chuckled quietly when she admitted to not paying attention. "Think if the sun ever did come out, we'd be blinded and wonder what that was," he teased a little. He didn't mind the grey, but he knew it wasn't something for everyone.
"Could see if the back car would turn into ... an observation deck," he suggested. He didn't know if it was possible, or likely, but he knew some trains had open ended rear cars, so why not this one, if someone was ambitious enough to tackle the door for however long it would take to create that.