But he also knew he was very lucky to just have her here. And not just for those mammoth kissing sessions he was growing so addicted to, either. She had always been his voice of reason, even in his wildest times. He had missed that without her, and now it felt as if he were edging a little closer to being whole again with her at his side. He looked back on his time with the ZGD, and the reckless dangers he undertook in Africa and the bleak recesses of Eastern Europe, and shifted uncomfortably with the memories.