[ The words “what may happen” made his heart skip a beat, his mouth getting a little dry, suddenly. At the word parting, his heart skipped for an entirely different reason. ]

I’m not going anywhere.

[ Except he couldn’t promise that, could he? A version of him had been here before, and left... ]

... I don’t want to go anywhere.

So stop worrying about that sort of thing! Who said I’d part from you for anything?