Daniel's cat does not like me. He named it Kat - can you believe it? Such originality. She particularly enjoys staring at me, and those claws are quite sharp for such a little thing. [It's one of the most casual conversations he's had in a while, but he doesn't mind. It's a nice break from the usual topics.]
I know we will. [There's no trace of the doubt he usually feels, replaced instead by a firm certainty he hasn't felt in a while. He's missed it.]