Wesley couldn't hate this place, even with the pain of the past days, because Fred was here. She was alive and whole and in love with him and that meant everything to him. He would rather be here with her, with all the hardships, than back home without her.
"We won't," he agreed, tracing his fingers along her cheek and down her jaw, as if memorising her features. He loved her, more than he knew how to say, and kissing her was like coming home. He sighed, just resting his forehead against hers and savouring the moment. This was real. This was everything.
"Then don't," he said softly, taking her hand in his, "don't let me go. Stay with me...be with me...for as long as we have." He took a step back and looked at her, words coming without thought or planning. "Marry me, Fred."