“Forever is a long time,” she said, twisting her hair through her fingers.

“Not long enough sometimes,” he said, gently brushing her arm. 

“But I was hoping this would go quick. I’m not ready,” she said.

He shifted in his seat. “I’m disappointed. I thought we were together on this.”

“We are,” she said, “I’ve just fallen a bit behind.”

“So we’re good?” he asked.

“For now,” she said.