That's all right. [A sad thing, but there are worse tragedies.] I think the fifteenth of August is a fitting date.

[She could have gone with a date closer to his return from stasis, but she decides to go with one closer to when they first met at the Sanctuary, during the blood drive. He doesn't need to know that.]

So, you'd be... twenty-two? Twenty-three? [A thing she's forgotten. Somewhere around there. Older than Bree, younger than Fergus, but emotionally stunted in a way that often makes her think he's younger.]

You're welcome, darling. I'm looking forward to a day out with you.

[They haven't done that in... ever, really.]