"It really is," Shaun agrees, wrapping his arms around for for a moment. The lack of prying eyes and just the fact that this is possible, that the Georgia in his arms is living and breathing. It's still not something he can take for granted. It never will be. He still wakes up most nights, from one half-formed dream or another, in the short and inconsistent periods of sleep he manages to get, and listens to her breathing beside him.

After a quiet moment, he adds, "I gave up the field back home, you know. For a while anyway." Maybe forever. He's not sure; honestly part of him doesn't expect to be alive all that much longer. He has things to avenge, and that will keep him going for a while, but after that. Who knows. "Becks is heading the Irwins. She's doing a good job. Mahir and Maggie too." All the various successors who picked up where he and George and Buffy had left off.