"Probably," he admits, letting out a small sigh. It's all a little depressing to think of. Realistically Jim knows that when time comes, they both will go back to their respective worlds and won't get to see each other again-- might not even remember each other anymore. But that's why he never lets those thoughts linger. He much prefers focusing on the present. The time they have together now.

"Let me cook you something special tonight," he asks, fingers brushing through her hair. "Then... let's dance together. Like we did on our first date." Yes, he totally counts that one. "And I want you to spend the night with me."