"Whilst that plan has its merits, I suspect we'd have to move the fucking to somewhere more private," he said with a small smile, biting at his jaw playfully before he looked a bit more serious, all of his worries and fears slamming back into him. "I know you wouldn't, I just- God, I really don't like this fucking plan. You're the one doing the most dangerous work and we don't know what his wards do- If he wanted, he could probably stop you getting out of that village."
He sighed, relaxing against Stephen and feeling completely drained. He wanted to be happy and not worried but everything and everybody seemed to be conspiring against him. "I don't want to talk about it. Not until you know if it's feasible."