"Too much stuff," he added, with an almost-laugh. His dwellings had been filled with all these meaningless trinkets and bits and pieces, needlessly cluttering the rooms just to make it, what, feel more homely or something? He didn't know why he did many of the things he had done at the time.
"I think it's better this way. We don't have a world to worry about nor do we have to bother with other people."
Just the two of them. Fossils surviving the erosion of time.
His gaze drifted over to her gazing at the ceiling, and he tilted his head to one side a little, his smile shifting from one tainted by sadness to one of contentment.
"We never did spend enough time alone with each other. Too many things happened too quickly."