I thought you'd have something better to do by now.

[Better than hanging out with grumpy old men or sitting alone on your farm with your stupid little goat. But who's he to tell her how to live her life, especially when she's lived so many other variations of it by now. As he sits he looks to her hand, and then to her.]

I don't know how to do this anymore. The caring about people thing. Everyone I knew died off and I thought I didn't have to worry about it anymore. I figured when I died I for sure didn't need to worry about it anymore. But here we are.

[He cares about people again.]