In some ways, perhaps that was what had been tying him to the Enterprise for so long. He hadn't been able to leave; his reasons had become ever more complex over time, starting with his father and becoming things more difficult to define in those terms such as loyalty, but the truth was that he hadn't been able to accept a command until he had been accepting it with her at his side, both of them in agreement, both of the moving on together. Both of them happy.
And they may not have been as young as they were, but they still had the rest of their lives laid out before them. Perhaps it wasn't too late to have children? But bringing it up--that was a challenge they had yet to face. After everything she'd been through with Ian, she might not want to, and Will would be ready if that was the case.
But for now, their future was something to be set aside, their more immediate future to be faced immediately.
Later--later he'd worry about accommodation. He'd have to ask about that.
Pragmatism. Orders. "We'll take half the dome each, heading in opposite directions along the barrier. I'll cover the ground you've already been over, so that we're both familiar with it, and we'll meet back here."