There are things they both should have pushed themselves on. Hindsight is always clearer than attempts to divine the future. She's no oracle, not the sort who can help with this kind of thing. And he is... wonderfully, gloriously mortal.

The problem with living so much in the present is that eventually, the future put off for so long eventually arrives. She wonders if he's edging around a question he wants to ask, or if he's making idle conversation. Either way, it's got her feeling a little guilty now.

"No, I won't leave without saying goodbye," she promises. It's sealed with a kiss, so he knows it's serious. The kisses after that one are for fun, and for love, and to help tide them both over for what's to come. His lips feel so warm against hers. Or hers are cold.

"I have a few hours left," she admits when she can make herself stop kissing him enough to talk. "I didn't want you to dread it coming too much to enjoy the last few days."