It wasn't real. She couldn't touch it and feel it and she wasn't there, she was here. And she didn't care, that's what got him. She didn't care at all about anyone around her. She just wanted to go back to her fantasy land.
"You're sorry it upsets me," he repeated, his voice dead. He sat up, running a hand back over his hair. "I came to get you out of that hell hole, I risked my life, Ric got stabbed and shot and we could have been killed, and you don't... you don't even care. You're just gone. We don't matter." He got to his feet, brushing the grass off his pajamas.
"Tell me if you ever decide that this life, here with me, is good enough for you." He turned and left her, walking back into the house.