Sometimes he catches her standing there, so still and so quiet. And sometimes, Anders half-works up the nerve to say something but then he remembers that they have rarely spoken to each other before. And he doesn't know what to say, or if there really is anything to say at all, and he clams up. Intimidated. Apprehensive.
Of a lot of things, maybe.
So he leaves her standing at the docks, waiting for somebody who isn't going to come back.