"Where the hell would we even go?"
"Does it matter? We have the whole world to ourselves, together."
I knew he was dumb at times, weird ideas that guys normally have, but for once, he was right, and I was by his side.
"Tell me to stay and I will."
He thinks for a long moment. If we were meant to stay in one place forever, we'd have roots rather than legs.
"I think you should go," he says finally.