"It is weird," Thomas agreed. He watched her for a moment. It wasn't hard to see she was tired. He'd done that to her, and he hated himself for it, even now, so many years later for him. Even before he'd come here, when she'd been recovered.
"For me too. I mean, you know. It's easy to forget you don't know some things because you haven't lived it yet." He reached up and scratched his jaw, then took a bite of the eggs.
He didn't bother to chew and swallow, but kept right on talking. "Our lives have always bee weird, but," he shrugged, took another bite, followed by a sip of coffee. "These eggs are really good, babe."