[God, he doesn't know what he wants. Not when she's like this. Not when, hell, not that long ago they were fighting for their lives, and now it's...this. Like it didn't even happen, like all that danger, all that tension, pain, and fighting...it all went away so quickly. The relief so sudden it almost feels...unsatisfying.

Like the relief is skipped entirely, and it's gone straight into pure exhaustion.

However, her invitation isn't lost on him, and he's left wondering how often he'll be finding himself at her place...or vice versa. He's also wondering if maybe sticking around for a little bit will be good for her, to see some joy in the faces of the people she sacrificed so much for...]

I'll join you—but I think you should join me too. Even for a little while, hmm? You deserve the praise and the attention...the love they got for ya.

[He lets that hang in the air for a moment, glancing towards the bustling people on the street connected to this alleyway he's hidden himself in.]

Then we can go home, huh?

[...He means her place, but he doesn't catch how he phrased that, oops.]