"How come?" she asks.
He shrugs. "The novelty, I guess."
"Hmm."
A pause.
"Actually that's not true - it's something to do with the deep passionless fluorescence of the night time coaches. The quiet warmth of well-worn neon. The enclosed solidarity between fellow travellers. It feels sort of like entering a kind old couple's home for the night. The sleepy welcome of an illuminated interior - carpeted floors and shabby, cushioned seats. The effort put in to make your trip comfortable, even though it rarely is. Maybe it has something to do with a Ghibli film. The tired and familiar night time banter and brightness. The smells, the idea of rows of strangers travelling together for long distances to get to similar destinations. I don't know. I find it comforting - I feel less alone."
