There's a lot there he wants to argue. That yes, it was. That he doesn't want to hear her blaming herself. That he's sorry. That in a way, things were starting to make sense. That he really wishes there was someone he could talk to about this, that could tell him the right thing to say.

He takes her diversion instead. It's easier than to try to beg her into believing something different. It's easier than trying to express something he doesn't have the right words for. A fight isn't' what he wants for their last moments.

"Is that all you really think I think of you?" Or maybe he could just keep putting his foot in his mouth. Make those last moments awkward anyway. He pauses, looking away. "It's just remembering you, believing in you- it's not trying to sweeten you up."

Missing her will have very little to do with the sex. What he wanted from her hadn't always been about that either.

"Maybe I should have taken one of you when I had the chance."