He knew how that felt. He'd woken 70 years in the future with all his friends, everyone he'd loved, gone. And knowing to them, he'd been dead, had somehow made it all the crueler.
"I'm sorry." The words were completely earnest, the only way he knew how to be. "Maybe one day you can tell me about them." Not today, he didn't think. Today wasn't a day she'd want to speak of the people she loved.
"Maybe that's why we're both here," he finally offered, shifting to face her this time. "Maybe it's the universe's way of telling us it's time to move on."