"Yeah, I guess. Maybe." She puffs out a little breath, screwing up her face. "If you ever bring up what I'm about to say again I'll break up with you but..."

Her shoulders slump in a sigh, defeated. "When I'm with you, I feel like... like I can do anything. Even if it's not easy, even if it sounds impossible, everything feels possible, with you."

Defeated by sentimentality.

"Look I love you and I'm never gonna stop and can't imagine this ending so if it's gonna happen eventually, why not now? I mean your mum's gonna hate me for defiling her precious first born and it can be baptised because I don't give a shit and we have all the resources and support and hand me downs and. Your mum and my mum have been planning our wedding since the day they met, which was a big mistake on our parts, but neither of us stopped them because we both know, or at least I know, that this isn't gonna end, us. And we're idiots, we'd put it off trying to find the right time and then we'd be sixty and the right time would have passed thirty years ago. I like us, I like our team, but maybe it is time to add a new player." She chews on her lip, wondering how working through it out loud just completely convinced her. Does talking work???? No, it must be a fluke.