“Who’s, yours or mine?” A reminder to Al, Mac too had once been mortal and very human. And in a way still was.

“How long do you think we’ll last?” He wasn’t asking to be cruel, he just had to know. “Will it last when I go back to work and can’t be there for say, one of Bella’s birthdays? Or, I can’t give you a New Years Eve celebration? Or, when I’m sitting down to a cooked dinner and my phone rings making me leave for the night?

I can’t give you a fantasy, Al.” Obviously what Al had said from the beginning.

“I honestly don’t know what I can give you.”