Part of how he is treating her is that he never wants to assume. He doesn't want to be like any other man in his life who assumes things about her. That doesn't mean he isn't imagining what it might be like to go with her, to have a life with her away from all that is Purgatory. To have land and a life and to be as happy as he is in the moments he's shared meals with her or laid beside her and slept in her bed.

And he does catch that ours.

It makes his heart race, pounding in his chest and echoing in his ears as he thinks about this that way. Theirs.

"I'll need to get clothes, and more than a small travel bag of toiletries. I have some books to grab, and anything from the kitchen we can move. No sense leaving it here to rot. Look around. Anything you feel we need," he says, knowing that they'll get the wagon and take it back with them as well.