[For all that's being said, there's a great deal more that isn't. He listens carefully any hint of the truth in between it all, meeting her gaze when she turns it upwards to study him.

Whatever it is she wants to say, it would seem she finds she cannot, and that's a familiar feeling to him, as well— one he's experienced as well as witnessed in others.]

Make the most of the time we have, no matter where you are. I can't say I disagree with that approach in the least.

[Nor can he say that he's entirely convinced that's the full truth of the matter, but that doesn't make it any less valid. He smiles in turn, a softer expression than the sharp smirk he so often has to offer, and gives her hand just the faintest squeeze with his own— so brief that one might miss it if they weren't paying attention.]

Life is certainly meant to be lived— and it's rare that anything of value comes to those who wait, rather than take matters into their own hands.

[He knows a little bit about that. He'd nearly met his own end— that he hadn't was nothing short of a miracle— and if he was being honest, there were a great many regrets that would have met it along with him.]

Having no regrets when time does run out is a worthy goal.