Rubbish. Of course not.

[Immediately, he is not. The love is still there, however. He truly is losing himself here. He should be more careful, or he will burn him, and then everything will end in tears.

He lets out a soft huff.]

I suppose in a way you've gotten your wish after all. It's not Alpha Centauri, but we are together. Away from them.

[For good or ill.]