"Perhaps dry clothes and laying under the stars? I never see the stars when we are in the city." He didn't move, still not wanting to break the connection. He didn't know if she would be so receptive if they went their own ways but he worried he might not get back to where he was.
Time had passed and darkness had fallen, he kissed her again. Leaning forward to whisper Greek into her ear. It was an endearment that he had used a thousand times in their times of peace. When they were getting along, he adored her. He just didn't want to remind her yet how epically they argued. He was enjoying the peace.