Carolina follows him - at a distance, respectfully, waiting for him to have turned around and leaned against the wall before she steps inside, letting the door slide closed behind her.

Her expression is clearly concerned, but when he speaks, she also folds her arms. Look at both of them, unconsciously defensive.

"...I missed you too, you know." Maybe not at first, not when she was filled with anger - but it crept up on her, slow. "But things changed. It's been years - almost seven, since everything. I had to... let you go."

It's hard to admit that that's what she did but at some point she accepted he wasn't going to magically come back. Had to move on, as hard as it was.