Red-rimmed eyes lift to mine. “If there ever comes a time where I can’t . . .” “Stop. We aren’t going to do that.” “This is where you let me be realistic.” I concede due to the sheer determination in his eyes. “We do it together unless I become incapable, which brings me to my next point. You decide.” “Decide what?” “When to go back in, if we go at all.” “And what about what you want? What about my king?”
