The truth was, Lach hadn't been paying much attention to what he was saying, jabbering on about Indonesia, but mostly watching Brigid. He almost hated to admit it, but the truth was becoming too obvious for him to ignore anymore. He was still in love with Brigid. Or, at the very least, he still had feelings for her. He wished they'd broken up for a different reason, one less logical, at any rate. Nothing had changed with him, he still lived to travel, couldn't be chained down to one place, there was so much of the world he hadn't explored yet, so many foods he hadn't eaten, so many sites he hadn't seen.
But he couldn't deny the pull he felt towards Brigid and when she laughed, he shook his head and matched her smile. "Brig," he started, not really sure where he was going or what he expected her to say. "Are you happy here?"