Despite the anger he'd been feeling toward her in the last twenty-four hours, despite the hurt that she'd kept something so huge from him, he couldn't help but be touched by her words. He smiled faintly, looking down at his wine glass and finishing off the drink before looking back at her once more. "This is where you belong," he said quietly. And he could say that because it was what she herself had once told him when she'd decided to be Watchtower full time. "I don't ever want you to doubt that."