He squeezes her hand again, but leaves their fingers wound up a little tighter this time. She looks so unhappy, and he shakes his head too, because he doesn't know either. Everything about this is a giant pile of uncertainty.

"I am not asking you to - leave it, I could never. I would not want you to leave your job." She's doing so well for herself on that front. It would be incredibly selfish and it literally never occurred to him - which tells him a lot about little they've actually thought about any logistics thus far in their tiny happy bubble. He doesn't even care that he knows she doesn't keep a lot of stuff. He'd let her get away with the excuse, if she really wanted.

"But maybe you could just... come back sometimes." It's not ideal, but it's not like either of them are in a position to up and leave their lives right now. He just wants something to keep her in his life.