He nodded, squeezing her hands back. "Of course I will. I wrote out this for you." Releasing her right hand, he reached back into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, handing it to her. "It has my e-mail address, which I always check. And also my cell phone number. I cannot promise I always have service, but if you leave me a voice message, I will get it."
After she took the paper, he looked at her for a few moments before pulling her close into another hug. Despite himself, he felt a tear running along the bridge of his nose. He began to murmur in Spanish, a string of dribble that made only half-sense. Finally, he released her.