Out here, Kate has the freedom of everywhere else to turn to. But she stays with him instead.

They make the trek back to the picnic site, their pace as unhurried as when they'd left it. Then at her question, he gives her a sidelong look, before his lowered gaze returns to the grass ahead of him.

"Yeah, I do. Or at least, I hope so."

Another glance, another brief squeeze.

"Your place?"