He looked over at her tiredly, shaking his head. "Don't worry about me, Tez. I'm not your concern anymore."
"I'm not your partner anymore," he said with a sigh, sitting up. "I mean, c'mon, Tez. Let's be honest. Once you go back home, we're never going to see each other again. I'm not your concern."
He stood up slowly, running his hand through his hair. "Because it's too hard otherwise, Tez. Maybe one day we can learn to be friends, but not anytime soon."
Rowan was walking through the streets, his head bowed. His brows were furrowed as he came to his shack, opening the door.