[It's not a bad life. Love and friendship don't exactly fill the holes left by a loss of family, home, space, and twenty-two years' worth of dreaming and planning, but they're good. They're very good. Given the chance to go home at this moment, he wouldn't be able to take it if he had to return alone. Kitty is home now.
No pressure, though.]
If I told you that I love you more, would you argue that with me?