He stares in to her eyes and for a moment...just the briefest moment, the thought of staying here with her flashes across his mind. But he banishes it as quickly as it occurs to him, even though the thought (or was it a memory) of her hand warm in his lingers.

He had responsibilities. He had responsibilities.

If he repeated it enough times in his head, he hoped to convince himself.

'Calling all passengers, destination: Man-home.'

He frowns then, and looks abruptly away from her as he reaches for his bag.