"Okay." It seems like all they ever do is argue sometimes. He's going to try and make it better this time around. Be a better man. He's just going to accept that it wasn't right to have not chased after her the first time she walked out on him in that mansion, leaving him to deal with the cops on his own, or when he told her to leave after she killed that boy.

They were going to start over anyway, even if she didn't remember that conversation they had before she died. London or Madrid or... somewhere sexy. It brings a sad smile to his lips.

"...I guess space is a little sexy," he murmurs with his eyes still closed as he starts to slip away. She probably has no idea what he's talking about, which is just fine by him.