[He stands for a long minute on his own, out on the strip of wood stretching over the sea, before coming to find her, standing in the doorway.]

You don't know where you stand? Stand still for five minutes instead of continually running away and maybe I'll be able to figure that out.

[He fidgets, looking at his hands before turning his attention to what possessions she has in the cabin to make it anything like her own.]

I'd like to be more than a bad association to you.