Redhawk Caldera What if time doesn't do what it's supposed to do?

He rolled his eyes, and smirked lightly, relieved that she didn't turn the heat back on him. It didn't surprise him that she thought he'd never loved her- she'd seemed unsatisfied with the gestures and lengths he went to to court her, and make their relationship work. But their affection for each other would exist on different ships, passing in the dark. The only real connection nothing more than a flicker, a coincidental synchronization of blinking lights. 

It didn't hurt him to hear those words. The only thing that momentarily moved him was the realization that he was relieved to see her turn and walk away. And then he turned, and did the same.