He rests a hand on her hip, then, and leans lightly against her shoulder as they go. It's so good to have her here. Even if he can't quite believe the setting they're in. In a few moments he'll wake up, surely, and that will be the end of it.

I didn't want to go either. [ His tones are hushed, quiet. He sinks carefully into the armchair at the back of the café, grateful for the relative peace. Eve[ ]n he can't take in everything all at once here. As such, he doesn't quite register the way she's talking either - like she lived through those wars instead of just knowing about them from this future world. ] If there was another way, I'd have taken it.

[ But there'd been no alternatives. The plane needed to be off the ground, and no one else in the team could pilot it properly. It had to be him ]

Did the war end? For a while, anyway?