He made her a playlist for her journey. This should keep your ears happy, he said.
He thought it better to tell her that than what he really wanted to tell her, which was that he was going to miss both her earlobes, and the way the skin right there was so soft, and that he was going to miss saying things only she could hear.
He imagined her in her window seat, her earbuds tucked into place. He imagined her hearing the music in place of his voice.