She has an opinion on that future for herself. With anyone else she might at least have considered saying it, but this is Jesus. Any loss she feels is just that, a feeling, while his loss is very, very real.

She smiles back, gentle in a way few people see from her. She appreciates that, even if she's still caught in worrying about whether or not she even actually has one, or what it looks like.

"No one's taken their clothes off here yet," she points out. "But I bet it's coming. I don't want them to make us try to do anything together."