"I've noticed." A faint curve lifts the corner of his lips. They're the same in that regard. Though he doesn't think she's opposed to company, either. Maybe just not someone who's used to having it, or had a chance to have much of it.

He gets that, too.

He glances over at the falling snow, the decorations in her town. It should feel lonely, with no one else around, but somehow it doesn't. Quiet. A little peaceful.

"Sometimes people come to you, anyway." People you didn't ask for, people you didn't ask to be with. They end up staying and—here he is. With more familiar faces than he's ever expected to have.