"I did a lot of asking for it to go away at the beginning, but most of the time I'm better than that now, until this sort of thing gets thrown up," he said. Actually he still wished his PTSD would go away on a regular basis, but he never actually thought it would happen any more. He smiled ever so slightly. "Yeah... I... yeah," he said without any real aim to what he was saying. The words about liking her a lot too never quite made it out.
He rather thought Susan might have misunderstood what he meant. He'd meant their relationship wasn't lacking in emotions, not that they'd always been the ones he wanted. Especially not recently. Frustration was an emotion after all. He opened his mouth to say that, but decided not to bother. There was a special date or weekend maybe to plan.
"Yeah. I mean I'm thinking off the top of my head here, but I could work out a weekend full of things maybe? Some sort of interesting walking tour of London, of all the weird stuff I know from being a local, maybe some galleries, a nice meal somewhere. I mean if it weren't January I'd suggest maybe a picnic or something, but there's only so much magic can do!" he said, pausing between some ideas as they took a little while to come to him.