[He instinctively wants to make some kind of joke-- that neither of them are going anywhere, because they're stuck in weird ocean and giant turtles land, and that does settle like a little stone at the back of his mind, but he has to trust that isn't what Stolas meant. That he meant it as a concept, that he wasn't leaving Blitzø, that he wasn't getting on the figurative train to figurative London in the figurative rom-com that had become their life.]
[He leans forward until his forehead is pressed against Stolas' side.] Good. Me either.
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[He leans forward until his forehead is pressed against Stolas' side.] Good. Me either.