"I don't...want to." He whispered, a quick flicker of a frown tugging at his lips before he pulled it back, leaning in until his forehead rest against hers, hands at her hips to hold her in his lap. "I don't want there to be someone else because that means you're gone." He added even softer, so quiet that if they weren't so close there would be know way she'd hear. He knew, deep down in the very back of his mind, that he already had a plan. His last resort forwhen he felt too alone. And maybe something changes in the next 75 years, makes him change his mind and forget the pLan but as far as he was concerned in that moment, he wasn't going to be there long enough for the loniless yo drown him.