As he watches her hurriedly, ashamedly tugging on her clothes, he can't help but think how repetitive this was becoming.
He knows he should stop doing this because he knows that it always ends up like this. He knows that by now he should have learned that, despite her passionate promises, she isn't going to stay with him.
But he doesn't learn; he doesn't want to.
Because, ridiculously, he enjoys these increasingly frequent meetings and that's why he lets himself believe right up until her murmured apologies penetrate his hazy mind that this time will be different, that maybe this time she'll stay.
This time is no different.