He's coming out of the grocery store you both used to shop at, clearly not expecting to run into you, his face lighting up before he remembers things are complicated now. "Oh. Hey. I was just... I still shop here sometimes. Old habits."

He shifts the grocery bag, looking uncertain. "You look good. Really good. I mean, you always did, but you look... happy? I hope you're happy. That's what I want, you know, even if it's not with me."