"I'm going home tomorrow. Wanted to see you before I left."
He hadn't stopped to consider her feelings - and perhaps in that way he was still the same old naive god, caught up in his selfishness and blinded by an ignorance for everything except what he felt, what he wanted, what he thought to be right and wrong.
It wasn't so much that he didn't care what she felt or what she thought about him that it was the fact that it never occurred to him to consider it.