They plugged my wires in

Good, walking’s good. Since my ankles haven’t swelled up yet, I may as well get in all my walking surprises now. 

Of course. Wait, what do you mean, your ankles haven’t swelled up yet? 

The restaurant is business-casual enough. Food is brilliant, gourmet, not so much. It will be bloody cold, I uh, I’d like to show you something. Not too far of a walk. 

Woah. Out-out. That’s very out. What’s prompted this? 

I haven’t been in years. This time of year is prime enjoyment time for me. And in five months it isn’t going to be this easy.

If you were going to punt him, you’d have done so years ago.

I was thinking of going back in for a portkey. Dinner in uh, in Marseille. That might be far enough away from the cat. 

I’m going to punt it. 

I love you. Don’t lose faith in us, okay?

I can’t do that. 

For the coffee? Me, too.

Stop. Stop, stop, stop. Stop the apologizing, please. Because when you apologize to me, for having done nothing, it makes me feel like I’m – it’s my fault for making you – you don’t have to say you’re sorry. I just need – I need you to stop saying you can’t be what I need. If that were the case, I’d have left you ages ago. You are what I need. That’s why I’m here. Now stop apologizing, and put on a fresh pot of coffee, please. 

I’m sorry.

What’s that look for?

Because this feels-- I know what it’s like to feel like I don’t know how to be what you need. I never thought I’d feel that again. 

I know, I know. I –