She doesn't say anything to that other stuff, but he can't blame her. At some point there isn't much to say. Given enough time all his promises are going to start to seem hollow. And isn't that apt?

He thinks to offer her that empty picture frame, but he's already lingered long enough. He steps out the door of her home. With a bag of books and papers, meant for games and useless gestures born of naivety, he heads on toward his own empty house.