So he leads the way out, locking the door behind them - "We should get a key made for you, if you're here more than a couple days" - and back to his SUV.

It's quiet in the car, aside from the sound of the radio murmuring away. He's never wanted so badly to talk to someone but had so little to say. Not that there's actually nothing to talk about, but conversation seems like a minefield from this vantage point. They've exhausted the easiest conversations they can have about the future, he already knows what happened in the past, and he can't keep asking her how she's feeling. They might spend the entire drive in silence, at this rate.