*murmurs with his own brand of certainty* Our friends will be happy for us. I'm sure Salgant will have something nasty to say but who cares about him?
*raises his hand to stroke your hair, leaning against you, happy to be cheek to cheek with you, breathing in time with you* *whispers* Let's just be each other's world a while longer. We can think about home when we're on the train - when you're holding my hand in that tunnel into Tumladen. And when we're home we can work on those silly little problems and sometime - some year - we can go to the beach. Build sandcastles. *laughing softly, as though he is not afraid of the challenges that surely await* Assuming we can leave that hotel room, of course.