And whatever place we pick to put down our roots...even if we do it a hundred different times, it's still always home, because it's where we are together.

[And there's something to that notion, perhaps — the way that, in some fashion, they're refugees of their own circumstances, Dave from his destroyed universe and she herself slipped out of time. For them there is no deliberation between "mine" and "yours", the merits of one or another, because all of their attachment to either is dead and gone, and so the only thing that's left is what they choose to adopt for themselves.

This could be home, if they wanted it to be. Impermanent, fleeting — but it could still be home. Kalos became home in the same way, by their mutual decision and their conjoined investment.

Anyplace could be home, she muses, and there's something about that notion that warms her. Where once the thought of drifting unattached to a native locale might once have terrified her, now she finds a freedom in knowing that home can be anywhere for the both of them, so long as it is the both of them.

She tips her chin up, radiating that warmth at him in a smile.]

Perhaps we ought to start telling people who ask — we'll be married when it's in the cards that it's time.

[She winks, amused by her own little invocation of their two respective bailiwicks.]

That's really what it is, isn't it? When you know and when I know, and not a moment before.