"She turns, a cue for him to turn too. He wants to make a final declaration out here in the dark before they rejoin the others-'I love you' or something equally futile- but she's already headed for the door, escaping him again, as always."
"He could never figure out what to say to her. She was always a couple of steps ahead of him. In some ways he liked the challenge of keeping up. Being with her sharpened him, and now, without her, he feels dull."