“To waste the day away in bed together,” he murmured. “Spend my days foraging and crafting potions, uninterrupted. Never burdened by the stretches of time we are forced to endure now without seeing one another.” He turned to Cassian with a sad slant to his lips. “Sounds like a dream.” A long strand of hair escaped his tie and fluttered in the breeze. Cassian reached up and pushed it behind his shoulder. “Anything you want, Finny, and I will make sure it's yours.” “And if I said I want forever?”
