"Canada. For some reason I feel like they'd be less likely to find us there." And now he was done trying to joke, turning his head so that he could kiss her palm.
"You really want to do this? We won't be able to come back, not for a while and maybe not at all. You're prepared to leave your friends, your family, to come with me?" He sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. "You don't have to, you know. If I disappear they would probably leave you alone, especially if you act like we had a big fight or something."
He should discourage from coming, he knew, but he couldn't. "I know I should tell you to stay here, but I just want you with me."