Should be. [ he echoes her, his brow wrinkling slightly in return. ] But you're not.

[ It's a question, and it isn't. But when she goes on to explain, he leans in and brushes a kiss against her lips. The tip of her nose. That little furrow between her brows, trying to smooth it away. ]

We never know how much time we have, sweetness. That's been true here, and home, anywhere we might have ended up together. No one knows that. Not even gods, I'd guess. Because I sure didn't when I was one. If that's what we actually were.

[ He taps the tip of her nose with a fingertip, light and affectionate. ] For what it's worth, I don't intend to go anywhere.