When we're not pulling sixty hour work weeks... [He laughs, a little bit apologetic for his lack of energy by the end of the day.

His fingers curl loosely in Franz's, twining them closer]

At least there's hope that it's not doomed to all come to an end, you know? At least...we're not staring at the inevitable? I don't know how to reassure you, Franz- but I don't plan on going anywhere.