Something that Crichton will learn sooner or later: Wayne feels a lot, he just isn't the most expressive outwardly. He might not be reacting to tears over something as simple as a burrito but it doesn't mean he's ignoring it.

He smiles, soft and reassuring, leaning his weight forward on his elbows and looking Crichton in the face.

"Forever's a long time and the world's pretty big, man. It'll appreciate the sentimentality."

As the memory fades out, Wayne continues to chat, idly mentioning other places that he's heard of and people that he knows out there in the world. The college, the juice ranches, the ruins, the ocean. The memory of the conversation carries on even while Crichton is deposited back in the buffet where he started.