He didn't have to wonder about those things. He knew what had done it: life and circumstances. Just like him. They were both byproducts of their lives, and neither would admit how much they were alike. Maybe that's why they'd stuck together this long. The last few days had seemed bittersweet with her being in the ship with him. As much as she'd tried pushing, he stuck close to her regardless of her reasoning that they were inevitably going to fight. He'd been rather quiet, actually.
He took the time to pull out a handkerchief and dotted at her cheeks to dry them, then gave it to her to hold. "There might not be an actual explanation for it. It's just...our lives. We can't be happy when all we're surrounded with is death. How could anyone be happy with that?" Then he hugged her. "You've got me."