"Yeah, probably, knowing him. He's an odd one. Might offer though, suggest it as a costume."

He smiled at his fiance, unable to really help it. "Good. Jamie's got her? Good." He could trust the Scot to look after his little girl, nothing would happen to her under his watch. "Good." He yielded to Amy's tug, bowing to her fussing with as much grace as possible. He had missed her so much. All those years, and he had missed her. Missed the sound of her voice and her laugh and the way the hair fell around her face. "Lead on, then. I'll follow."

Always, I'll follow, I won't leave you again.