[ A stab of jealousy (the two of them were able to talk about the future, when he never could) melts into warmth when he lets himself think about it (the two of them are able to talk about the future, when they haven't been able to in so long). He sighs again, reaching for the cool, thin blanket to wrap it around the both of them. Not for warmth, but for a barrier, as if this talk of travel were a matter of conspiracy, something to hide away from the world. ]

Would you want to? This is- just about the only place I have any roots anymore. I can go just about anywhere if you want me to.