The sun was setting behind the horizon. The view of the ocean was beautiful. Blaine snapped a few pictures of it to send them to Kurt later. For now, he just sat on Cooper's porch, blanket around his shoulders to keep him warm. It was the day after Christmas. Cooper had an important meeting and he didn't come home yet. Their parents were visiting friends they had in the city and Blaine was left alone at Cooper's house. He enjoyed the silence. It was a nice change after the time he spent with his family. Obnoxiously loud family - read brother.

He heard the noise from in front of the house. His peaceful day was over. He closed his eyes and breathed in the fresh air, taking it all in for the last time before he'd be pulled back into reality.

"Blaine?" The footsteps and his father's voice coming closer. "Aren't you cold out here?"

"No." Blaine shook his head and looked at his dad. "I'm fine. How are John and Lilly?"

"They're great. Expecting the first grandson soon."

"Oh, Lilly must be very happy."

"She is. She also asked when you or Cooper are going to make us grandparents."

"Cooper. I'm too young for that."

"You're the one in the relationship, though." Frederick teased him with a smile. "I wouldn't be surprised if you outran your brother in this."

"Dad, don't count on us. You'll have to wait for grand-babies a little longer. Neither of us is ready yet."

"I know. You have time and Cooper isn't mature enough for that responsibility."

"He'll get there, dad. Don't worry."

"How is Kurt? Have you talked to him today?" Blaine looked at his father's innocent expression and sighed. Sometimes,when his father tried to be subtle he was anything but.

"I did and I haven't asked yet."

"What's stopping you?"

"I don't know..."

"You do. You just don't wanna talk about it."

"Okay," Blaine resigned. He was playing this game with his family since Cooper announced that he was holding a charity event on New Years Eve and he would appreciate their attendance because a few of his prominent guests bailed on him. "I'm going alone. Without a plus one."

"You think Kurt wouldn't want to come?"

"No. He would come."

"What's the problem then?"

"It's too public." Blaine stated, avoiding his father's eyes. Frederic stepped closer to him and lifted the edge of Blaine's blanket, nudging his son to move so he could sit down next to him.

"Blaine, is there a reason you keep Kurt hidden from the world?"

"This is not his world. He didn't ask to be a part of it and I'm not making him."

"The moment he agreed to be in a relationship with you, he became the part of your world."

"You don't understand, dad."

"No. I really don't," Frederick admitted honestly.

"I don't want his privacy to be violated. The more he is seen with me, the bigger chance someone will figure out who he is. Things got pretty bad a few years back with Nick and Jeff. I won't put Kurt through something like that."

"It makes sense..."

"But?"

"Why do you think there is a but?"

"There is always a but if you say something in that tone."

"Would you like to have him with you?" Frederick asked and Blaine was weighing the pros and cons of being honest with him. Telling the truth would probably lead into a conversation Blaine wasn't sure he wanted to have with his father. However, not being honest was something Blaine hated.

"I would. I'd love to have him with me 24/7. But we can't always have what we want, can we?"

"You tell me. It's your life."

"Dad," Blaine whined and pouted, forcing a laugh out of his father.

"You are playing dirty, young man. You know I can't be firm if you use that face."

"It's still working, huh?"

"It's always gonna work, Blaine. You may have my eyes but you have your mother's facial features. I'm weak to your pouting."

"I don't need a life lesson, dad." Blaine said, this time seriously, without using his secret weapons.

"I know you don't. But can I give you a little advice?" Blaine nodded, putting his head on Frederic's shoulder the same way he used to do when he was just a little boy. "Don't let others dictate your life."

"What do you mean?"

"You're a public person. You are in the center of attention of press and fans and that's the price you pay for success. Without them you wouldn't be where you are now. In a way, you need them. I'm aware that things can get messy and privacy is something you have to keep as much to yourself as you can but you can't escape it completely. They watch you. It's impossible to keep your private life fully from your professional one and if Kurt is going to be around, he will sooner or later have to accept it."

"Not yet, though. We haven't been together for that long and I don't wanna ruin it. It's mine and it's precious. I'm not putting it at risk."

"What risk? Losing privacy? How is it dangerous for your relationship?" Blaine shrugged his shoulder, absently staring right in front of him.

"Have you ever had a feeling that something is too good to be true? Like it's too perfect to last?" He asked his father after a couple minutes of utter silence.

"Every day since I met your mother," Frederick answered softly.

"Have you ever been afraid that you might lose her?"

"Yeah."

"Are you still?"

"No. I let that fear go long ago. I came to the conclusion that no matter how unbelievable it is, she is as in love with me as I am in love with her."

"How long did it take? To let it go?"

"It doesn't matter how long it took, son. When the time is right, you'll come to the same conclusion."

"I'm afraid I'm going to screw things up. I haven't been in a relationship since high school. I get insecure about basic stuff and it's not good. Nick and Jeff constantly pump me with their input and how I need to stop overthinking but it's not that easy. I'm doing my best but sometimes it's not enough. I'm the one setting limits, and Kurt goes with it, but one day he might have enough."

"Is that what you are afraid of?"

"Mostly," Blaine sighed, burying his head in his hands.

"It's okay to be scared of losing someone who means a lot to you. You don't take things for granted and that's good, but there is a thin line between your insecurities, which are just your issue, and not trusting the person you're with, which makes it not only yours but his issue as well. You focus on what can possibly harm you and your relationship instead of focusing on what could help you grow within in."

"What am I supposed to do then?"

"What your therapist used to say to you?"

"That I need to get to the core. Problems can't be really solved from the surface."

"Get to the core, Blaine. Find the cause of your fears and then deal with it. "

"Do you think Kurt is the one for me?"

"I don't know that, Blaine. And I honestly don't think I'm the one who should give you the answer to that question. All I know is that since he showed up, you're happier. I think he compliments you but I'm only outside observer. Do you think he is?"

"It's too soon to tell."

"That's not what I was asking. Is he the one or not?"

"I think he might be."

"And it scares the crap out of you, doesn't it?"

"Yes."

"You said it was too soon. Who decides that? Who sets the dates? When it is not too soon? After a year or two? Who makes the rules in this?" Frederic wondered. A small smile appeared on Blaine's face. This was how it always went. Frederic would act like he was nothing but a listener, fooling his sons into thinking that they were going to escape his parental wisdom only to get to the point when Frederic would show them exactly why he was the best father they could ask for.

"Since it's my relationship, it should be my decision."

"You are very smart, little one. You got that from your mother." Frederic tousled his hair and stood up. "Your mom wants to watch Rebel without a cause. Will you join us?"

"Sure. In a minute. I'm gonna call Kurt first."

"Tell him we say hi." Frederic patted his shoulder and disappeared in the house. Blaine watched him go before snapping a few more pictures of the ocean. He had a lot to think about but he still wasn't going to ask Kurt to come and accompany him to Cooper's event.

Kurt ended the call with his boyfriend with a forced smile. He missed Blaine. They didn't get to spend as much time together as he used to spend with Adam in the beginning of their relationship. Even though Blaine had told him he wouldn't have much time due to promoting his album, Kurt didn't expect him to be away that much. He was looking forward to the end of the year, because they were supposed to finally have some time together. Now, Blaine wasn't coming back from LA until after New Year. Kurt understood. He really did. Cooper needed help and Blaine couldn't turn his back on his brother. It was reasonable, but Kurt couldn't help a bad feeling from settling in the pit of his stomach. The thing was, Kurt didn't want his new relationship to follow his last one. He dreaded the day when workload would be the reason for them falling apart. Of course, it wasn't something he ever told anyone. Blaine was already insecure as it was, he couldn't bring any more worries on him. Nick and Jeff were too protective of his best friend so he most likely was going to end up on their bad side if he admitted he had some doubts. Rachel was anything but helpful when it'd come to Adam so he didn't even bother with that option. His dad would give him the advice he was seeking but he wasn't sure if he wanted to acknowledge the problem in front of his parent. If Blaine wouldn't be so stubborn, and let him come with him, Kurt would take the first flight to LA to see his boyfriend...but it wasn't what Blaine wanted. He sighed heavily. There was nothing to do, only to wait and see how the whole situation would turn out with time.

He put a happy face on and left his room, joining his brother and Jeff downstairs. They were playing video games and even though Kurt wasn't in the best mood he had to laugh at how they yelled at the screen of Burt's TV.

"Where's Nick?" He asked, but got only mumbled answer from his brother from which he gathered that Nick was in the backyard. Being completely ignored for next few minutes, he decided to go outside and see what Nick was up to.

He found him standing by the tree, tossing small pebbles in his hand. It was obvious he was deep in his thoughts, oblivious to his surroundings. He was startled by Kurt's footsteps so much that he dropped all the pebbles on the ground.

"Sorry," Kurt apologized. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"I just zoned out for a moment. Didn't expect anyone to come out here."

"Are you okay?" Kurt's concern for his friend rose with the sudden appearance of Nick and Jeff on his doorstep that morning. They agreed to visit Kurt during the break but they were supposed to come later. There had been some drama with Nick's family, apparently, but Nick didn't share anything with them. He just said that his grandma packed her suitcase and left and he followed her lead.

"Not really."

"Do you want to talk about it? Or do you want to get out of here? We can go to the bar. It's not a high standard but for Lima it's pretty good."

"I was thinking about going for a you come with me?"

"Okay. Let me grab my coat." Kurt ran inside to get properly dressed for the winter weather outside and grabbed a scarf and gloves for Nick as well. He shouted to Finn and Jeff that they were going out but they weren't listening at all. He was pretty sure they were going to receive a call from them as soon as they realized the two of them were gone.

Taking a walk with Nick was strange. He didn't say anything. He just went. As if Kurt wasn't even there. He led the way even though he'd never walked through Lima before. What was the most confusing for Kurt, though, was that he didn't look where he was going. He had his hands in his pockets and eyes set firmly on the road, barely missing one of the street lamps. Whatever happened that morning, it left it's mark, and Kurt wished Blaine was there to get his friend out of his sulking.

Nick stopped abruptly in front of the coffee shop they were passing by, surprising Kurt. He looked inside through the window before turning around towards Kurt.

"I want tea. Can we go inside?"

"Tea?" Kurt raised his eyebrows, looking at him as if it was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard.

"Yes. Tea. What is wrong with that?"

"Nothing. Except that I've known you for almost a year and not once have I seen you drinking tea."

"I feel like drinking tea, now. So can we go inside?"

"Sure." Kurt opened the door and prompted his friend to enter the room. Nick immediately merged to the counter, demanding chamomile tea from the barista. Kurt chirped in telling him to make two and then they took seats by the small table.

"Blaine is coming home from LA after New Year," Kurt said, trying to make Nick talk at least about something trivial.

"I know," Nick nodded. "I talked to him yesterday. He wasn't sure how to tell you."

"It seems like we'll have to enjoy your party without him."

"We will, don't worry." Nick assured him. He took a deep breath, and it seemed like he was going to say more, but that moment the barista showed up with their teas and it sent Nick into mute mode again.

"Okay. That's it." Kurt shook his head and narrowed his eyes at him. "What the hell is wrong with you today? First you act like nothing is wrong, when it's obvious that something IS wrong, but then you don't speak to anyone! Nick, I don't know what happened but please, talk to Jeff or call Blaine or something. You're clearly upset."

"I was hoping I could talk to you about it." Nick murmured silently which took Kurt aback somewhat. He considered Nick and Jeff his close friends but he'd never thought they would come to him first if something was bothering them.

"Okay. Of course you can talk to me, Nick. Anytime."

"I don't want to be like my dad, Kurt." Nick bowed his head and put his hands into his pockets, a definition of defeat.

"Nick, I've never met your father but from what I heard, you are nothing like him."

"I woke up in the morning because my granny was yelling at him. I don't know what started it. I only heard how she accused him of being a spoiled brat who never had to really work for anything. He always relies on family money. She was right, you know. He had a successful company at his disposal right after he graduated college. He never had to fight for anything. All he had to do was follow the set trend. I mean, he multiplied the value of the company because he is a great businessman but, even if he didn't do it, we would still be safe and sound financially. I was raised that way...that I can have whatever I want. That there is a great amount of money waiting for me when I'm 25.

Did you know that I invested my college fund? My dad almost killed me then. I decided to drop out of college after the first semester and, since I already had money, I used it. I'm not someone who would put that kind of money into a big risk, you know. I talked it through with a few brokers before I invested it. As it turned out, I invested it well. I was playing it safe so I didn't make a big fortune on it. However, it was enough to be able to live on my own without job until I get my trust fund.

I focused on my acting career and it went well. So when I knew I had a job and stable income, I invested some money again. That's how I earn money now but I can't keep living off investing into the stock market. Or at least it's not what I want. No matter what, it's a risky business. Doesn't matter how safe you play it, there is still a chance you're gonna lose. With my trust fund, I'm going to be loaded and I won't have to worry about anything. Without doing a thing. Just like my father..."

"Nick, it's okay to want a financial stability. There is nothing wrong with that."

"Is it financial stability or hiding my incapability? I mean, you're still paying for your student loan. Most of the people in our age group are. I'm lucky enough to have a lot, but is it an advantage? I don't respect my father at all. You're slowly making a name for yourself, Kurt. You were taught that you have to fight for what you want. Your dad gave you valuable life lessons and it made you what you are now. All my father taught me was that money can buy anything. I'm not sure what would have become of me and Jeff had we not befriended Blaine. At least with his parents we have someone who cares about us and teaches us that money isn't everything."

"Okay. I understand where you're coming from, but Nick, you are a great person. You're talented, you've already made a name for yourself on Broadway and you don't have to rely on your parent's money if you don't want to. Yeah, your standard of living would drop a bit, but you could still live comfortably. On the other hand, the trust fund is yours. Legally, you can have the money when you turn 25 and there is no reason not to take it. You don't have to use it. Just use it if something goes wrong..."

"But that's the problem. There are people who don't have a safety net and they live. How can I expect my future wife or my kids to respect me when I don't have to do anything to support them? How am I gonna explain to my kids that they need to go to school and have good grades and get into a good college so they can make it big in this world when I didn't have to do anything to earn money? I just got it...and they'll get it too.

"It's not about whether you have that money or not. It's about what you put into your kids. They don't have to know about the money in the first place. I mean, look at Blaine. He comes from money but he isn't some kind of jerk who parades it in front of others. He works his ass off on Broadway and in the recording studio. It's his money, not his parents money now. Same goes for you. Yes, the investments you made came from your college fund but it was you who assessed the value of it. Don't be too harsh on yourself. I can't imagine that you would just let your kids be spoiled brats. Just because you come from money, it doesn't mean you can't be a decent person. "

"I'm thinking about not accepting my trust fund," Nick blurted out quickly. He watched how Kurt's eyes doubled their size and his mouth opened a few times to say something but nothing came out of him. "I wanna make it in life on my own...without the safety net of the trust fund I was promised since I was a little kid. I've been thinking about it for a while, since we had the conversation in the coffee shop before Thanksgiving actually. Jeff and I talked about it, and we went through the pros and cons, and Jeff was ready to just give it up immediately. I was indecisive...but hearing my grandma yelling at my father, accusing him of being exactly what I never want to be, opened my eyes. I wanna do it on my own. I already had a killer start with my college fund. I don't need more. That's a lot more than most of people have to start with."

"Nick, you still have years to think about it. Giving up on that kind of money is a very big decision. You shouldn't make it hastily."

"We've been thinking about it for a while..."

"Nick," Kurt interrupted him firmly. "We had a conversation about it a month ago. A month. Just because I said some things...God, just forget about what I said that day. I wasn't judging you, okay? It's a big advantage to have money. You can do a lot with it beside supporting your family."

"You were the one to tell me that I don't have to rely on my parents' money." Nick reminded him.

"I know. But I didn't mean...shit Nick, you and Jeff were completely miserable because you had to go home for the holidays. If the only reason you go home is to ensure they give you the trust fund money then don't do it. That's what I was trying to say. I didn't say to give it up. It's okay to be well-off. You don't have to use it unless there's an emergency, but it's nice to know that if something happens, there is a way to take care of things."

"I thought you would be more helpful with this," Nick sighed and Kurt couldn't tell if he was more disappointed or frustrated.

"What did you expect me to do? Get excited and jump five feet off the ground because you're throwing away a bright future?"

"Money doesn't buy happiness. I know that better than anyone."

"No, it doesn't. You're right. But you can still make it buy happiness for someone else."

"How?"

"I don't know. You're a smart guy. You'll come up with something. You guys are invested in so many charity projects; make a charity of your own or something. Help less fortunate kids study, build low cost houses for the poor or donate it to buy water and food for people in Africa...I really don't know but there is so much. Look, I didn't have a college fund. My dad and Carol had some money saved for us but it wasn't enough for me and Finn to study without a student loan. I would give everything to spare my kids something like that. I'm gonna work and save money and do everything I can so I can give my kid a killer start."

"Exactly! YOU will do everything in your power to make that happen. I want the same."

"Nick, if I found out that I had a wealthy relative or something and that they left me a lot of money, I would take it, without a doubt, and I would use it as a backup for my future family. I would start at least two college funds for kids I don't even have yet. Just because I don't have the opportunity for such money, it doesn't mean I wouldn't take it without batting an eye if it came to me."

"So you think I'm being stupid."

"No...not stupid. I just think that you are doing this for the wrong reasons. Money isn't the real problem here."

Nick shifted on his chair, tapping his feet as he crossed his arms on his chest. "And what is the real problem?"

"Your relationship with your parents," Kurt announced, ignoring Nick's defensive posture. "It's not going to get any better by refusing to take their money. I honestly think you should work on that."

"Kurt, we tried."

"Then try harder. The whole 'you need to come home once a year' deal means that your parents care about you at least on some level. When was the last time you invited them to New York? Have they ever seen a play you've been in? Have you ever told them that you're gonna be on TV?"

Nick shifted his eyes away from Kurt. He started to played with the tea bag mindlessly, doing his best to get out of the conversation with the silent treatment.

"We don't have to talk about it if it makes you uncomfortable," Kurt said after a while.

"I sent them tickets for the first show I've ever been in. They didn't come." Nick put the tea bag back on the plate and took a sugar wrapper instead. "They didn't even call me. Nothing. They almost never call me. My dad sometimes writes me an email. Usually being his stern self, asking if I'm still alive and if I need money. Always money, Kurt. I don't want to end up like him. I don't want to be a father who only provides money."

"You don't have to be. It's not about how much money you have but about what values you will instill in your kids. And frankly, it's not utterly your dad's fault that he ended up like this. Your grandma was the one who raised your father that way. I know you love her but she made mistakes and now you are paying for them. Take this as a prime example of how it should not be done. Don't repeat their mistakes and make your own."

"I don't want to make mistakes."

"None of us do but we will make them either way. "

"What do you propose that I do then?"

"As for the money, take your time. When you're 25 and still don't want it, okay. But don't do anything right now that you might regret later on. As for your parents...why don't you and Jeff call them and asked them to your show? Your parents are friends, they might be more willing to come to the show together because there is less possibility for drama. If they say no, try it again later. You did it once and they didn't come. Maybe they would like to come now but they're afraid to ask."

"You put too much faith in them."

"Well, someone has to do it for you. I don't believe that everything will be solved with one visit. Your relationship will probably stay a bit strained forever but you, at least, should try to make it more decent. Even though your dad contacts you only to find out whether you need money, it still means that he cares about you."

"If I ever needed help with the foundation of a charity, would you help me?"

"Sure," Kurt grinned at him. "So I guess you're not fully opposed the idea of keeping your trust fund, right?"

"I'm gonna think about it and I'm gonna discuss it with Jeff. I'll probably ask papa Anderson for his insight, too."

"That's great, Nick. Just don't make quick decisions."

"I won't." Nick promised sincerely, finally smiling at him for once. "Thanks, Kurt."

"You're welcome. I love slapping some sense into people so don't be a stranger and come to me again."

Blaine was up early the next morning. Everybody was sleeping so he went outside to the beach. It was odd how he wasn't afraid of anything in LA, while no one would find him walking around NYC. He knew Kurt would like this. The walk by the ocean, an almost empty beach and sun that was half hidden behind the clouds, giving them a beautiful shade of orange and yellow at the same time. He reached into his pocket for his phone and took a few pictures of the sky. He sent it to Kurt and made a promise to himself to visit Cooper with Kurt as soon as their work schedule would allow it.

He earned a glare from the couple passing him on a peaceful beach as his phone started ringing loudly. He shifted it out of his pocket again, answering the device as quickly as possible so he wouldn't disturb the other co-walkers more than necessary.

"Hi, honey."

"Good morning, sweetie. What are you doing up so early?" Kurt asked in a sleepy voice.

"I'm on the beach."

"Yeah, I figured that out from the photo. Is everything alright? You should be in your bed at this hour."

"It's almost seven, Kurt," Blaine teased him, a smile evident in his voice.

"See? Seven! It's an ungodly hour. You're on a break. You need to relax."

"Did I wake you up with my messages?"

"No. My dad did. He's already in the kitchen. He tries to be quiet but I'm pretty sure I heard a glass being broken already."

"Are you going to the garage to help him today?"

"Yes. I'm taking Nick and Jeff with me. It'll be fun."

"You aren't gonna make them actually do something, right?" Blaine asked warily.

"Oh, I plan to! They're going to help, dressed in coveralls and all that."

"You have no idea what they are capable of...or better yet, what they AREN'T capable of. Fixing cars is not amongst their skills."

"They'll be fine. I won't let them do any damage. Don't worry." Kurt replied and Blaine could hear in the speaker how he was moving under his sheets. Blaine would give everything he had at that moment to be there with him in his bed.

"Okay. Tell me about your evening. What did you do after our phone call?"

"Well, I tried to pay attention to Jeff and Finn and their video game marathon but it got boring. Nick and I went for a walk and ended up having chamomile tea."

"Oh my god! Chamomile tea? What happened?"

"What do you mean what happened? He wanted to have a tea so we had a tea."

"No. I mean, how upset was he? And what got him upset? Is he okay?"

"He is...You know he drinks tea when he's upset? Why didn't you tell me? I could have used this information yesterday. I had no idea what was going on! Is there some weird ritual that Jeff has? Tell me right now so I won't be caught out off guard if something happens to him!"

"Jeff eats gummy bears."

"What?"

"Gummy bears. When he is upset or stressed, he needs gummy bears."

"Your friends are weird. Chamomile tea and gummy bears…" Kurt muttered and Blaine knew he was rolling his eyes.

"Do I need to remind you that you can eat tons of cheesecake when something is wrong?"

"Fair enough. We are all weird."

"So what was bothering him? Did he tell you?"

"Yeah, he did."

"Should I call him? Is it serious? Maybe I should cancel on Cooper and come to New York as I planned."

"Stop it, Blaine. Nick is fine. There is nothing you can do about it so stay where you are and help your brother. I would tell you what it was but I don't want to break Nick's trust. I'm sure he'll tell you...I think the fight his grandma had with his father yesterday evoked something in him and he was being stupid."

"Thank you."

"I'm not sure what for but you are very welcome, sweetheart."

"For being there for him."

"Don't be silly, Blaine. He's my friend. Of course I'll be there for him whenever he needs me. Same goes for Jeff. I love those goofballs."

"And that's why you're perfect for me. I always wanted someone who would love and accept not just me and my faults but my family as well. I miss you. I really wanted to have a midnight kiss and all that..."

"I miss you, too. You know I would come to LA if you wanted me to, right?"

"We've talked about it, Kurt."

"I just want to make sure you know I haven't changed my mind about it."

"I don't think it's wise to have this conversation over the phone. I don't want any misunderstandings which are bound to happen. Please, let it be and we'll discuss it more when I come home," Blaine demanded, worrying that their talk could end badly if they kept this topic up.

"So now we have phone call conversational topics? I'm not familiar with them. Maybe you should send me a list by email," Kurt huffed, not impressed at all.

"Kurt, please, don't be like this. It's not helping at all."

"I'm sorry. I'm just pissed that instead of a week without you it's ten days now. I miss you so much."

"After I come back, I'll be in New York for two whole weeks. And then I have just a few days out of the city. I won't be traveling for longer than four days. Mostly for just a day or two. Bear with me, please."

"I know. I'm sorry. I won't bring it up again. I love you."

"I love you, too. Now tell me, what are you going to do today besides torturing Nick and Jeff in the garage," Blaine changed the subject for safer territorium.

"There's a new bowling alley open in Lima. We're going to try it out this evening. You?"

"I am meeting an old friend for lunch. As I know him, it'll probably be prolonged lunch until the late night. But I'm looking forward to it. I haven't seen him in a while. He was busy when I was in LA last, so I'm happy he could find some time for me."

"Sounds great, sweetie. Enjoy your time with him and call me when you come back, okay? If it's not too late, we can have a proper goodnight."

"Okay. Can't wait for it."

"I gotta go to check on dad. I'm afraid he set the kitchen on fire. Talk to you later."

"Yeah, talk to you later. Love you."

"I love you, too."