Ten years is a long time, and she vaguely remembers being aware that he lives to be an old man with a wife and children. That's a bridge to cross sometime that's not now because she's not even sure where she's going, both literally and figuratively.

"I swear." That hand he's not holding? It comes up to (lightly) hit the side of his head. "I'm probably going to strangle you before we get to ten years from now."

She's not good at romance, so it's fortunate they've thrown that out the window for this chat.

"I love you too, you know? And I am going to vomit if either of us say anything about the power of love or fate or whatever dragging us here."

Bury her now.