Soren's heart moved into his throat, decided it was a nice place to visit, and unpacked its bags. He swallowed hard, but it was undeterred. "We will," he croaked, trying hard not to tear up. "I'm sure they'll let you come back. You're a genius. And I can always write from home. I'm mostly getting my degree because I can. As long as I have my own place, you know?"
He looked at his husband, smiling and sniffling. "You're sure?"