"I want to go home too. That's never far from my thoughts." Everything else should have been a distraction. Sometimes distractions have a way of becoming more important than long-term goals. But she had said herself that they'd have to adapt, and life couldn't be put on hold just because they weren't where they wanted to be.

He shrugged, listening and chewing, paying most of his attention the the sandwich. "I still haven't taken a good look at myself. I want to remember myself the way I was." Hence the finger combing. But she was right - she certainly wasn't ugly. He noticed that, whether he wanted to or not.

He had to chuckle at that, still not quite looking at her. "You won't get... 'cockblocked' by me, either. I promise." It was the least he could do.

That didn't go unnoticed, either.