'One thing mainly. And maybe nothing we didn't already suspect but...'

This is different. This isn't a plan to stay with someone for years and years. This is knowing that you do - that in someone's life, you're already the guy who's been married to the little blonde one for close to three hundred years now.

He kisses him again, holding one side of his face carefully and brushing the pad of his thumb over his cheekbone.

'...we're still together.'

His voice is quiet, almost a whisper and full of...awe. Something like awe.

'Still married. And doing great, apparently.'