[He watches her through the glass of the doors, watches the tense line of her shoulders, her head turned away, and it pains him to see-- not only because he knows he had been getting somewhere with her, before, he knows- and yet, there's also the stab that comes from knowing her, knowing how she smiles, laughs, and that there is barely anything worse than knowing he's done something to turn her away from him.
... no. No, that's not-
- a click. The door unlocks, and he pushes it, barely even sparing a thought to the slowly growing distance between the train and the ground. As soon as the door slides shut behind him again, though... well. He had a plan, thus far. Now he's here and has no idea what to say.]
... Thanks. Ain't too keen on fallin' out of a train twice in my life, so guess you just helped me avoid that. [A great conversation opener, especially as with his memories already jumbled, everything from when he arrived here and the fake memories of a long life of knowing her mixing together so he thinks she was there when he found himself on the shore of that river.]