"You better," she said, to the objectives of phone, being careful, and most importantly coming back to them. He was family, she loved him. It was that simple. Andy didn't want to lose him or be halfway around them world when his immortality ran out.

"You know you can always have us if you need us," Andy murmured. "Wherever you need."

Even here in the Maltese sunlight, six inches away from each other, though closer to zero inches when Andy reached out a hand and brushed her fingertips over his cheekbone, tilting to draw him in close and kiss Booker. It wasn't needy, wasn't drowned in want for him to do anything right now, just...a soft, reassuring kiss that tasted like bourbon, peaches, and the pool.