[ Gaelio is right. Shining bright as always, smiling like the sun, he is right. Granted, he is only right because McGillis is quite literally too dead to have a counterargument, but still.

He releases a long breath, relieving some tension. It is only the two of them, their reality won't catch up immediately. He can treat this like every ill-advised daydream he'll later pretend he never had. ]

We're in the middle of renovating our future house. I know you're eager to stop working, but please delay your vacation until we've finished making this place livable.