Even if they are unexpected guests who won't listen, look or talk to me. It's still not an undesired guest.

[He listens to her, intently as always, looking into her eyes as she talks and remaining silent as words flow through her lips. He can't say he's not surprised to hear her point out her major problem, is that supposed to mean that his words reached her after all? At least a few of them. At least partially.]

That's good. Maybe one day you'll be able to make a choice now that you realize that.

[It's not dismissive though it may sound that way. Part of him, tired of being hurt, disillusioned from having received nothing he really wanted in exchange of his sacrifice, wants his words to be dismissive. He wants to not care, about her, about her feelings, about her choice. But the rest of him just doesn't want her to rush. Even if he's tired of waiting, what's time for someone who can't even tell what hour he lives in? So he can wait some more, he can wait forever, he wants to wait eternally until her choice is made, without rushing, without pressure.

But he really can't just not apply some pressure when he feels she slips through his fingers.]