"You're not wrong."

Squeeze. "I'm so glad I have you. So glad."

She kisses him. You are such a comfort to me as well.

We're gonna be okay. Somehow.

I came back. If I can do that we can do anything.

True. Nothing we're hoping for is as implausible as that.

I'm here and alive and fine and you're so warm--I thought everything was all over, thought I'd never be warm again.

Oh, Idaia. Oh, Idaia.

If I can be warm again we can do anything.

Squeeze. It's hot in Dallas. We can stay in Dallas.

If we're not going back to Boston we should go back to California. It's hot there. We have a castle there. Which we have not actually finished having sex in every room of.

A convincing argument.

I really don't want to waste a castle!

Me neither! I don't suppose these humans want anything they can't get over email.

Not as far as I know.

So they head back to California a few days later. By bus, again.

...I think I missed this place. Or--at least--it's nice being able to come back somewhere.

Yeah. And it's lovely. And ours.

Yeah. 

It's good to be home.

It is.

Love you.

She breathes heavily, trembling slightly.

You okay?

I could so easily have just stayed dead.

But you didn't.

Dodged a bullet. Scares me sometimes, how close--and everything that could still happen--