[He's quiet. It's true that he's hopeless in that manner. That much has been obvious for quite awhile, now. Of course he wants even more, but it's far too selfish of him; making her rush isn't in his plans, nor anything he could ever do to her. It would only push her away, or lead to discomfort.]
I won't leave you. Just as you told me of what I said back home: something like that is out of the question. I could never do it.
[She's the only one he wants— the only one he ever has wanted and needed, and ever will. No matter how many countless centuries they'll live for.
He relaxes against her, warm and content.]
In that case, what I want while we're here. . . I want to be able to take advantage of having a true family. I want to try more new recipes to cook. I'd like to do more sports. . . maybe ice skating more. I want to learn about other worlds. I'd like to relax a little more, and make the best of having real free time.