"And this is why you're the practical one in this relationship," he said with a cheerful grin. "But I'm going to hold you to that this summer. Just you wait." He didn't really think he'd have to work too hard to convince Ronan, as long as there wasn't snow on the ground and it was reasonably warm. Or maybe raining. Fucking in a summer rain had always been a fantasy.
"And if you have to work some extra shifts, just let me know. We have those nifty mobiles we never use. I can take myself down to the pub for an evening, or over to Garden Court for a visit as long as someone is there to open the Floo."
He nodded at the suggestion, quickly gathering plates while Ronan got their drinks. "Sounds perfect. I vote for reruns of Doctor Who. It's always on."