He laughs a bit and lets his head fall back to his folded arms upon the table. He stares up at her, smiling bright, fondness shining in his eyes. He looks utterly contented.

"I'll always want you, Imelda," He says soft. "Whether you're there or here or home or in class. All the time, every part you share."

He wishes he could kiss her. Something tells him he shouldn't right now. That's okay.