She can tell her answer is difficult to swallow. But she's grateful for the quiet moment when his face presses against her neck. It's too familiar a feeling. Like vertigo. Like standing on the cliff again not knowing that he's the one that's saying goodbye for the last time. Her arm stays around his shoulders as she leans her cheek against his head and lets him stay there.

When he finally speaks against her skin, she can't help but chuckle a little. "It's time travel, milii moi." The term of affection slips out of her lips unthinking. "If the universe can pluck me out of my life and drop me on your roof, anything could be possible."