[ He can imagine it. At least, the reasons some might not mind -- he can't quite imagine being comfortable or happy here, but that's less to do with the place and more the circumstance. Regardless of where he is, nothing would ever be the same. ]

For some, it may not matter where they are. Not attached to a place, perhaps, or not so keen on going back regardless.

[ He doesn't have much to return to, himself. Memories. A grave. (Though here, he can't even visit her grave.)

This will have to do.

Red reaches out for the folded paper. ]

Thank you. Truly.

[ She's been very kind, to keep him company like this. ]