He smiles again, and lifts up enough to slip his hand between their bodies. His fingers press gently between her legs, find her clit and start to stroke.

'How much you going to miss me, Bols?'

It's said quietly, with humour and a fair bit of sass. But his eyes are serious. he doesn't want to leave her here on her own, and while it's him that can't help but forget, there's a nagging doubt too - that she might choose to.