Jo snorts, and leans over to nudge his shoulder.

"Nice to know I rank right up there with the hot water."

The rest, it sinks in, different and not unheard, not even if she didn't say anything. She knows everytime she's going to lose people. Merlin was from one of her other universe, but they hadn't really know each other. Thorfinn is the first one to end up skipping to the next place with her. Except even he had a long period of time between there and here, not like her.

She goes into every interaction -- friendship, partnership, bed -- knowing she's going to regret it. Carry it. That she's letting them shoot her in the chest. The bullet digging in slowly, millimeter by millimeter, until the world shifts and suddenly it slams through her ribs and lungs like a mac truck.

But her, too.

Her, too.

She still wanted to go home.

She'd still miss him if it ever happened, too.