[ He's completely unaware of the inner turmoil she may be feeling, if at all. He hasn't thought much about the actual confession at all. That's not what troubles him. No, it's the fact that she died for his sake that haunts him. He hasn't stopped thinking about it, among so many other things.

His small, perfect impossible girl standing before him now. She's scattered herself across his time stream, every life he's ever lived, and for what? Because she loves him, sure. But why? He's not worth it. It doesn't matter how often she says it, he won't see it that way. Beneath the happy smile, beneath the delight at spending time with her, is a man filled with anguish at the possible future that awaits them both. She'll have no idea the hours upon hours he's spent working out how to stop what's happened, how to prevent it, how to save her. He has time enough here to figure it out and he will and she'll be none the wiser. She's not going to die for his sake, no one will. ]

Not here, though. No, this a chance to catch our breaths. Have you ever been ice skating? Ever, of course. You must have been.