"I, you, we, them, all are of no consequence in the end." So he begins, without even the ghost of uncertainty, but she isn't so sure. Experience, or proxy through the experiences of her parents, friends, the people who lived before her time, and those who still breathe now, would hint at a different point of view. However, his sorry past has most certainly left a stain on his lenses.
Letting bygones be bygones, she allows this behavior (though honestly, she couldn't stop it if she tried), and he continues on his former emotional pathway even as the world opens up to embrace this – somehow new – beloved creature of darkness. It's only others' selfishness and attempts to surround themselves with attractive things in his eyes. And he ignores the attention.
Out of a natural tendency to avoid standing out – and therefore making himself a target – he eventually starts to tag along on her social endeavors. She responds by endeavoring to get out of the house more and into the wide world. Skating through the park, browsing through the bakery, celebrating a trivial holiday with some of the few who understand (or at least realize) his predicament, or having a meal at a cafe break up the monotony.
Very slowly, the faintest whispers of the ghostly shadow of a smile scratch his solemn expression, and by some wonderfully uncharacteristic insight, she doesn't burst out with a replying smile to alert him of it. Nothing more than a conversation about candles provoked it. She knows her progress, and those internal coals of hope are fanned.
Every star will die one day, and every face he's ever seen will fade to nothing, and every memory will end when those who safeguarded them are gone. And unfamiliar winds snatch him into the orbit of interest for this world, that world, the other world. What harm does her abandonment cause? Surely his heart will not cease to beat, yet...