After Cam's magic but still basically human boyfriend has fallen asleep and Cam finds he is not tired enough to do the same, Cam goes downstairs.
"Either way, we're in no hurry, right, because we are Elves and ten years from now is as good as right this minute."
"Yeah, I was - you know what, he will cheer up a lot if you go introduce him to everybody, please just do that -"
"Oh, good, 'entirely possible' is what I strive for in my odds of surviving when I wake up every morning."
"It's also possible they would not choose to squish me, or that they would not be really petty about it if I happened to be hiding in Hell at the time, so many layers of entire possibility."
"It is possible they'd try parole, apparently. Doesn't - I'm not chancing it -"
"There are a million people who are permanently dead because I killed them and if the extra Valar demand me on a platter with an apple in my mouth but they can fix it you produce another fix or you stand back."
"I'm not saying you can't pull it off or that I wouldn't dearly prefer it. But if Tiny You can't get ahold of anyone to hold his door for him - we can't kidnap him to hold access to his world for however many more months, he's scared and little and - and we can't abandon his door without something better on tap either."
"If everyone tells him to stay he'll stay - my parents were not so negligent there'd be no one within Elven earshot -"
"...Okay, but set your computer so it yells at you loud enough to wake you up when you have an email marked urgent, the intra-Milliways time mismatch is a thing."
"Yes, well, fortunately it scared me enough that I was thinking about that and not reflexively trying not to think about my sex life?"
" - good point. I - ugh - I'd feel exactly the same about letting some fairly fucking evil gods into Milliways to possibly murder you if we weren't - so you know -"