"You seem pretty used to this." There's a touch of sensitivity to the comment. He can imagine being here for years and seeing people come and go must get pretty hard. Especially, when one of those people is the best friend that died for you. Lydia's helpfulness feels a little like loneliness.

"Well, I hope you like loud music," he says, giving her a crooked grin and leaning forward. "We both know I don't have anywhere to go, so I'm hanging around for a while. I'm either the man of your dreams or your worst nightmare. There's usually no inbetween."