So much green...it's been a while since he's seen this much green. Not since his time in the past, anyways. It's really very peaceful, and it makes sense to Trunks why the doctor would come here. He doesn't say anything though as he walks further in. Just moves to pull off the sheathed sword, carrying it with him and laying it down beside him as he comes to sit.

Near enough to provide company, but not interrupting. He understands grief--far too well. His own tears have been shed painfully again and again.