"Is that longing I hear in your voice?" I asked, a bit surprised, but mostly teasing. He gave me a lopsided grin as he walked over to the bathroom and flung the door open. He peeked inside, and then went on to thoroughly inspect the room. I plopped down on the side of the bed and waited patiently for him.
"I fear that when we kill the last one, I will have to leave," he confessed. I could feel the breath rushing out of me, and I stared in astonishment as uncertainty stained his features. "I don't want to leave, Mia," he whispered, his voice pleading.
"You don't need to leave," I told him. I wondered for a long time what he had seen in my eyes that day when he stared at me so intensely.
"You haven't unpacked your things..." he stated, ever the observant Boss.
"No."
"You're going somewhere else," he said simply as if it didn't hurt me.
"Yes."
"Where?"
