[He says it, and it's enough. Bond already sets aside a room for him in his thoughts, turns the guest room into something else, something more. It should terrify him, but it doesn't quite. It feels more satisfying than frightening.
That's all of it: he doesn't think about potential visits, of making bacon and eggs with Vesper in the mornings, of using bacon grease to make pancakes, of dragging Cassel out of bed to have breakfast with them. These aren't the sorts of things he thinks. He does consider potential dangers, ways to protect the people he cares about - but that will be for later.
What matters now is that he has Cassels words, if not his Word, and that will have to be good enough.
When the question finally comes, he lets go and leans against the bar again.]
Where I grew up.
[He lets that linger between them for a long moment, then quirks a smile.]
spam
That's all of it: he doesn't think about potential visits, of making bacon and eggs with Vesper in the mornings, of using bacon grease to make pancakes, of dragging Cassel out of bed to have breakfast with them. These aren't the sorts of things he thinks. He does consider potential dangers, ways to protect the people he cares about - but that will be for later.
What matters now is that he has Cassels words, if not his Word, and that will have to be good enough.
When the question finally comes, he lets go and leans against the bar again.]
Where I grew up.
[He lets that linger between them for a long moment, then quirks a smile.]
I may have mentioned blowing it up.