Wincing, Troy rubbed his jaw. Ow. Not. Expected. Although perhaps he should have, as he was the one who'd initiated that turn of conversation. "Why is it not the time? It's the best time." If by 'best' one meant 'completely inappropriate and overshadowed by more pressing matters.'
"Soooo. I do. And you do. So that's something less to worry about, isn't it?"
See? Something positive had come of that whole scary Phoenix business. Troy's grin was hopeful.