B blinked open his eyes and tried to focus his vision. His head ached, and his body felt weird, like it wasnt heavy enough and might float away at any moment. He groaned and turned his head slightly to try to make out where he was and to look for… to look for someone. He knew he was looking for someone, but he wasnt sure who. As his vision cleared up, B saw that he was in a room he didnt recognize, a place hed never been before. That made him start to panic a little. He didnt know where he was, and it seemed like he was alone, with no one here to help him understand what was going on.

Something in his mind finally seemed to wake up enough that he remembered who he was looking for.

"Kurt?" he called out in a raspy voice. He coughed a little, his throat dry, and then his heart started beating fast with worry. Something was different. Something wasnt right. And where was Kurt? B closed his eyes again and let himself drift off back to sleep, where worry couldnt bother him.

After visiting his dad and B at the research center, Kurt got back to his apartment feeling strung out and bone-tired. He wanted to sleep, but his brain was spinning so fast he didnt think that would actually be possible. B had been out for another whole day, and Kurt was starting to feel desperate.

He paused outside of his door, keys in his hand, as he saw Rachel sitting outside of his apartment with a bag of take-out next to her on the floor. Kurt didnt know if he had the energy to deal with her right now. She stood when she saw him and smiled, but her eyes were sad.

"You arent returning any of my calls, Kurt."

Kurt sighed and unlocked his door. "Rachel, a lot has been going on-"

"Thats exactly why you should be talking to your best friend! How else can I help you?"

She followed him into the apartment and lifted the bag she was carrying. "I brought Chinese."

Kurt turned and smiled at her. She was just trying to be a good friend. "Im not really hungry."

"Oh." Her smile faltered, but came back quickly. "Too bad, because you need food. Burt is worried you arent eating."

"Youve been talking to my dad?"

"You arent returning any of my calls, Kurt," she said again with a frustrated puff of breath. Kurt thought she was about to stomp her foot at him, but she refrained.

"Fair enough." Kurt plopped down on the couch. "Did you get Sesame Chicken?"

"Of course I did, and Elliot should be here soon too. Hes bringing wine."

Kurt chuckled tiredly. "What kind of wine goes with Chinese take-out?"

"The cheap kind, I think." Rachel smiled.

Kurts days had been full of waiting and hoping and worrying. He couldnt sleep. He only ate when Burt made him. And he spent as much of the day as possible at Anderson Corporation, sitting next to B, holding his hand and talking to him, as if a shut-down android would be able to hear him.

Every hour that passed, Kurts hopes of B waking up started to diminish, partly because B had been off for so long, and partly because, even though Burt tried to hide it, his expression grew more and more grave. It was making Kurts heart hurt, and instead of sleeping well at night, Kurt was stuck trying to picture what life would be like without B. He couldnt even imagine. He didnt want to.

It all made Kurt feel sick, and it didnt make sense. B was in great condition, and the scientist hadnt said theyd found anything wrong with him. B just didnt work. Kurt still felt like there was something they werent telling him, and Kurt couldnt even get it out of his own father. That scared him. He had started wondering if maybe B was gone… No one could explain the miracle that B was to begin with, and now…

Kurt shook his head to rid himself of those thoughts, and tried to tune into what Rachel was saying.

Elliot showed up soon, and they opened the food packages and poured the wine. Both Rachel and Elliot were trying to lift his spirits, trying to keep him company, trying to distract him. And while they were very kind, it wasnt helping. They both acted like Kurt had lost a beloved… pet or something. Not like the love of his life was a cold lump of metal lying motionless in a lab.

Rachel and Elliot talked about their show and asked Kurt questions about school, but Kurt was only half-involved in the conversation as he pushed chicken around in its container. "B was worried about not being able to grow old with me," Kurt said out of the blue. "He was thinking about our future in the long term."

"Oh, Kurt." Rachel put her hand over his as she scooted closer to him on the couch.

"And I didnt even get to say goodbye, one minute he was here and then…"

"Kurt," Rachel said cheerfully, almost as if she was peppy enough it would flow over to Kurt as well. "Im sure B will be fine. I mean, hell be repaired, right?"

Kurt looked back and forth at his friends, both looking worried and sporting fake smiles. He couldnt take their false cheerfulness. In fact, the only person he could stand to be around while they were upbeat right now was Cooper Anderson. Cooper had dropped by the research center that day with the promise to return the next morning, and while Kurt could tell he was trying to hold it back, Cooper couldnt help but be joyful.

Blaine was getting better and better. Stronger each day. Kurt couldnt begrudge Coopers joy over slowly getting his little brother back. Besides, every time Kurt heard a good report about Blaine Andersons condition, he felt a little lighter, a little happier. He wasnt admitting it to anyone, but Blaines condition had become extremely important to him. If the world was going to lose B… it would at least have Blaine. Kurt wanted to go visit Blaine again, but he hadnt yet worked up the nerve to. It felt too much like a betrayal to B.

Kurt noticed that both Rachel and Elliot had stopped talking. Rachel glanced at Elliot for help.

"Kurt, maybe we should go out tonight," Elliot said brightly. "Take-out and wine isnt that exciting. We could go to a club, and get you in a new frame of mind."

"No, thats okay," Kurt said, getting up from the couch. "Im going to turn in early. I havent been sleeping well."

Rachel put down her food "Are you sure?"

"Im not great company right now." Kurt rubbed a hand down his face. "Thank you for dinner. I did need to eat, and now I just… I need sleep."

After a few more attempts to see if there was anything at all they could do for him, Kurt finally ushered a concerned Rachel and Elliot out of the apartment.

Kurt wandered aimlessly around his and Bs home for a while before he found himself in Bs bedroom. B had been sleeping in Kurts room recently, but most of his things were still in here. Kurt opened a dresser drawer and smiled as he looked down at row after row of Bs bowties. He laughed, but it sounded a little bit teary. He shut the drawer and went to sit on Bs bed, sighing and running a hand through his hair. He opened the small drawer on Bs nightstand and found a yellow legal pad. He reached for it with shaky hands, holding it in his lap as his eyes scanned over Bs to-do list.

So many things had been crossed off. Kurt smiled, happy that B had already done so many of the things he wanted to do. Kurt flipped the page over to where the list overflowed to a second sheet. Kurt read the few things not crossed off yet

Adopt a dog

Ride a ferris wheel

Visit Italy

The list had changed from little things like Taste ice cream, that only a very special droid would be that excited about, to things anyone might have on their bucket list. Kurt felt glad to see how much B had experienced, how much he had grown. His misty eyes drifted down to the latest thing written on the list, and he gasped in a soft exhale as he read it.

Finish writing Kurts song

Kurt song?

Kurts finger traced over the words in Bs looping wide script. He didnt even know B was writing him a song, and now he might never hear it. Kurt closed his eyes. He had to stop thinking like that. He put the pad back in the drawer, ready for B when he got home. Because B would come home. Then, Kurt slowly walked back to his own room, lay down in a bed he desperately wanted to share with B again, and tried to force himself to sleep.

The next morning, Kurt was slow to get up and leave for the day. He wanted to see B, but at the same time, he didnt want to find out he was still shut off. As long as Kurt wasted time at home, he could pretend that a miracle had happened and that B was awake and well and waiting for him at the research center. Eventually, Kurt couldnt put it off any longer. He ached to see B.

Kurt arrived at the research center tired and a little heartsick. He just wanted to go sit by B and hold his hand. Burt and the rest of the team were there already, but they didnt seem to be running any tests or working on anything.

When Burt saw Kurt, he grabbed a pile of papers off a desk and then put a gentle hand on Kurts shoulder and led him out of the main workroom.

"Dad?" Kurts voice wobbled. "Whats wrong?"

"Kurt, I need you to hear me out here, alright?"

Kurts stomach churned. He wasnt going to like whatever his dad said next. "Okay," he agreed anyway, because whatever this was, Kurt needed to know.

"You know how I said I thought I might know what was going on with B, but I wanted to test my theory first?"

"Yes," Kurt answered anxiously, his stomach clenching. Burt was finally going to tell him what hed been holding back.

"And you told me that Dr. Lemaire once tried erasing Bs memory drive, but it didnt work?"

"Yes," Kurt repeated.

"Well, thats the thing." Burt rubbed a hand over his bald head before handing a printout over to Kurt. "This is the first reading I took on B when he woke up in our shop. I havent really looked at it before, because a memory drive reading wasnt that important at the time."

"This is… from after you first got him?" Kurt asked, looking at the chart. It was completely blank.

"And this is from the day Dr. Lemaire tried to wipe his memory," Burt said, flipping the page. "And this is from today," he added, handing Kurt another sheet. None of them had anything on them. You could have gotten the same readings from a toaster.

"These are all blank," Kurt said, not understanding any of this. These charts said B had no memories at all. He looked up at his dad, hoping he was about to explain, because this didnt make any sense.

"From what we can tell, Kurt, B has never used his memory drive. Thats why Dr. Lemaire couldnt wipe it."

"But…" Kurt scrunched up his brows. "A droid cant do anything without using their drive. They wouldnt even remember their name or…. or how to walk. They would barely be able to talk… Hed be useless."

"Kurt…" Burt sighed deeply. "Thats not all. Dr. Lemaire says the B line droids were never given personality settings. So that means someone had to add that to B after he was stolen by Cooper… but the settings arent there."

"His… His personality has been erased?" Kurt asked, suddenly feeling unsteady on his feet. Erasing Bs personality was like erasing him.

"No. No, Kurt." Burt put a hand on his shoulder and led him to sit down on a nearby stool. "B has no personality settings, and I dont have a reading from when I first found him, but it doesnt seem to us that he ever had any. I dont think anything has been erased. It just looks like it was never there at all."

Kurts chest was starting to hurt, and he wrapped his arms around himself because he felt like he might actually fall apart. "I dont understand."

Burt smiled a little, like he was trying to comfort him, "B line droids were made to function with a human mind controlling them, Kurt." He gave Kurt a significant look, as if Kurt was supposed to divine some greater meaning from that statement.

"I…" Kurt swallowed. He was being slow, missing something that his dad thought was obvious. "Youre saying that all this time that Ive known B, he… he wasnt just a droid as much as he was… a machine being controlled by… by…" Kurt couldnt finish the sentence, trying to comprehend what this meant for B. For him. For both of them together.

"He was a machine being controlled by a real live human mind," Burt finished. "They could never get the B line droids to work, but our theory is that whoever removed his eyes somehow, accidentally sparked… something. And then when I found him and turned him on, he connected to a human mind." Burt watched him closely. Kurt looked down at the readings and was quiet, not having a response for that piece of news. "Breathe, Kurt, this is actually good news."

Kurt looked up at his dad, realizing that he had been holding his breath. Suddenly, Kurt couldnt be still anymore. He had to see B. "I need to… I need…" Kurt jumped up from the stool and pushed the charts back into his fathers hands. He didnt want them. They seemed toxic to him. Kurt rushed past his father even as Burt called his name. He pushed open the doors to the workroom, where B was, and marched past the surprised scientists.

B was lying on that same long metal table in the bright white room. He was still off. So still, too lifeless for Kurts liking. Kurt took his hand. "Wake up, B!" he yelled, his body trembling. "Wake up!"

"Kurt!" Burt called from behind his shoulder. "I… I dont think he is going to. I think this machine fulfilled its purpose and isnt needed anymore."

Kurt spun on his heels to look at his dad and the rest of the experts in the room, his eyes filling with tears. As he searched the faces, Kurt realized one was missing, "Wheres Cooper? He said hed be here this morning."

"He went home. The nurse called about his brother," Dr. Lemaire answered.

Kurts eyes widened, his heart pumping blood through his body too fast, making him feel a little dizzy. "Blaine? Is he… Is he…" His voice squeaked to a halt, fear burning in his chest.

"Cooper didnt say what was going on. He just rushed out of here."

"Oh, god." Kurt let out a small whimper and covered his mouth. His father steadied him with a hand on his elbow. If B had been controlled by a human this whole time... And now they thought B wouldnt ever wake up again. And Blaine Anderson… Oh god, oh god.

Blaine had to be alright. Kurt needed to get to him. "I have to go," Kurt said, pulling away from his father and rushing towards the exit.

"Kurt, where are you going?" Burt asked anxiously.

"To… To find B!" Kurt called over his shoulder.

This time, when B blinked open his eyes and found himself in an unfamiliar room, he remembered more. He immediately knew he wanted Kurt, but again he was alone… B looked around the room trying to recognize anything. His eyes landed on a big wingback chair at the side of his bed. He wasnt alone after all. Sitting slumped over and asleep in the chair was Cooper Anderson. My brother, B thought, and he was too tired to work out why that was confusing.

His eyelids were heavy, but he made himself call out to Cooper. Cooper woke up slowly, but then sat up straight in his chair as his eyes met Bs.,

"Squirt?" Cooper breathed out in a teary voice.

B smiled. He wanted to talk to his brother, but he didnt have enough energy so he just whispered "Im okay" and let himself fall back asleep, hoping the next time he woke up, Kurt would be by his side.

Kurt stood outside Anderson Corporation and hailed a cab, his breathing tight, his heart having figured something out that his brain was slower to catch up with.

B was… Blaine. Blaine was B. And… And now something had happened to Blaine, which meant something had happened to B, his B.

These past couple of days, Kurt had been sitting by Bs side, holding his hand, brushing fingertips over his face, but it was Blaine he should have been sitting by. It was Blaine he should have been telling to wake up.

A taxi pulled up and Kurt hurried in, practically shouting Coopers address.

Oh god, he hoped he was right about this, because if he wasnt, then it meant he may have lost B forever. He wasnt going to think that way. He wasnt going to let himself start imagining a life without B. He wouldnt, he couldnt. It made him want to curl up in a ball and sob, and he didnt have time for that. Not now.

The taxi seemed to take a lifetime to finally get to Coopers apartment building. The doorman recognized Kurt and smiled as he rushed by, but Kurt didnt have time for pleasantries. He tried to get on the elevator to go up to Coopers apartment, but was stopped. "Im sorry. We cant let you up without Mr. Andersons permission," the porter explained.

"I... But…" Kurts heart was thudding hard. "I have to see him!" Kurt was desperate.

"Alice." Kurt turned to see the doorman had left his post, following Kurt in. "Kurt Hummel has standing permission to go to Mr. Andersons apartment.

The porter looked at Kurt and then smiled. "My apologies. I didnt realize who you were." She let him pass, and Kurt counted his breaths all the way up to the 11th floor, trying to calm himself down. When the doors opened, Kurt walked into Coopers apartment, not sure what to do from here.

"Cooper?" Kurt called. He was shaking and felt like he might be sick. What if something bad had happened to Blaine? "Cooper!" he tried again, and started towards Blaines room.

Cooper poked his head around the doorway. "Kurt!" he said in surprise, and walked all the way out of the room. "What are you doing here?"

"Is Blaine okay?" Kurt asked in a shaky voice. "They said you rushed home and…"

Cooper smiled. "He woke up! He… woke up."

Kurts mouth fell open.

"Blaine has been slowly waking up the past couple of days, but today he is…" Cooper was so happy he couldnt even finish his thought, a wide smile on his face. "He didnt say much before falling asleep, but … Kurt… He…" Cooper wiped tears away from his eyes. "Do you want to come in?"

Kurt took a deep breath and nodded.

He followed Cooper in and then passed him as Cooper motioned to a chair by Blaines bed. Kurt looked at him questioningly, but Cooper just nodded towards it. Emily was in the room, looking over Blaines chart.

"Can we give them a minute?" Cooper asked.

Emily smiled. "I think that is an excellent idea."

They both left the room, and for a moment Kurt wanted to call for them to come back. He was a little scared to be left alone with Blaine. He watched them go without saying anything, knowing it was time to get answers, even if they might be answers that ended up breaking Kurts heart. He turned to the chair by the bed and slowly sat down, eyes downcast, staring at his hands, tightly clasped together in his lap. Finally, he drew in a breath and made himself look up at the man in the bed next to him.

Blaine looked better than the last time hed seen him. He was still small and fragile-looking, but his face had more color and his breathing seemed easier. And there was something more peaceful about him, the difference between sleeping and being in a coma, Kurt suspected.

Kurt cleared his throat, hoping it was okay to wake him. "Um. Hi," he whispered to the sleeping man, and then shook his head at how awkward he sounded. "Im… I dont know if you know me or not." He scanned Blaines face and then choked out a breathy, "I hope you do."

Blaine didnt move or wake or react in anyway.

Kurt looked down at Blaines hand, a little boney and bruised from multiple IVs over the years. Kurt still reached for it, gently and sweetly holding it in his own. Blaines skin was soft, and Kurt rubbed his thumb over the back of his hand, being careful of the IV needle.

"I know this guy… and you remind me of him. And I… I love him." Kurt glanced from Blaines hand to his face. "I call him B, and I need him to wake up. I need..." Kurt paused, taking in a breath. "I need you to wake up and… and to be him." Kurt lifted his free hand and smiled as he brushed some of Blaines unruly curls off his forehead. "Someone needs to give you a haircut." His hand moved down Blaines rough cheeks. "And a shave. B didnt…. He couldnt grow a beard."

Kurt waited. Nothing happened. He glanced up at the heart monitor, beeping steadily, and realized that the vitalator and several other machines were gone now. That was good.

"Okay, B," Kurt said in an even voice. "If you are in there, I need you to hear me. Im sorry to wake you when you are resting, but I need you… Because…" Kurt swallowed, his eyes filling with tears. "Because I love you and I need you and I miss you." A couple of tears fell from Kurts lashes. "B? Are you there?"

A moment passed, and then another. Nothing happened, and Kurt didnt know if he should stay or if he should go because he was out of place here and Blaine needed his brother. Yet he wanted to stay. Kurt was about to get up and find Cooper when Blaines eyes started to flutter. Kurt sat back down and held Blaines hand a little more tightly. "B? Blaine?"

Blaines eyes slowly opened, and he stared straight up at the ceiling for a moment, as his brow furrowed. Kurt sat too stunned and nervous to speak.

Blaine slowly turned his head in Kurts direction and then looked up at him. Two beautiful golden eyes met Kurts, and Kurts breath caught in his chest, because as lovely as B had always been with his one brown eye, the depth of Blaines amber eyes seemed to pull the air right out of Kurts lungs.

They were so right, so complete. This is what B must always have been meant to have. These beautiful eyes, full of emotion and shining up at Kurt, seemed like Bs missing pieces.

Blaine just blinked at him slowly, long dark eyelashes fanning his face, and Kurt suddenly realized he should say something. He opened his mouth, but no words would come.

Blaine was studying his face curiously, and then his lips parted in a gentle smile. "Kurt," he breathed. And that one word made Kurts heart melt.

"B?" Kurt leaned forward.

Blaine just continued to smile at him. "Youre here. I keep waking up and looking for you." His voice was rough, but so sweetly familiar.

Kurt stifled a sob. "You know me?"

Blaine chuckled softly, his voice scratchy with disuse. "I know you," he answered. "Of course I know you."

Kurts heart was pounding and tears were running down his face. It seemed too good to be true. "I… I dont know if I know you, Blaine," he said softly, and Blaines face scrunched up in confusion.

"You called me Blaine? Why did you do that?"

"Thats who you are."

Blaine froze for a moment and then started looking around the room frantically. The beeping of his heart monitor sped up, and he tried to sit up, but then just fell back against the pillows.

"Dont do that!" Kurt said worriedly. "Dont hurt yourself." He hovered over Blaine, resting his palm gently against the side of his neck, stroking over his skin and looking down at him worriedly.

"I… I…." Blaine lifted up his hands and held them in front of his face to look at them, and Kurt sat back down. Blaine stared at his hands like hed never seen them before. "I dont understand," Blaine said, dropping his hands, and then he grew very still, like he was listening to something. Kurt held his breath. Blaine closed his eyes as tears started to leak out of them. Then he opened them suddenly and grabbed Kurts hand, pressing it against his chest. "What do you feel?" Blaine asked.

"Your heartbeat, Blaine," Kurt answered with a soft smile, feeling the steady rhythm of Blaines pulse under his palm.

"Kurt," Blaine said, wiping his tears away with his free hand. "Kurt. Call me B. Please call me B. Please tell me you know who I am."

"I… dont know," Kurt said, his throat feeling tight. He licked his lips. "Tell me something B would know."

Blaine looked up at him with his mesmerizing golden eyes. "I… I want to ride a ferris wheel," he said. "That was one of the last things I told you before…" His gaze got a little cloudy before his eyes snapped back to Kurt, who was holding his breath. "I love ice cream. I… You have freckles in a line on your shoulder that I like to trace because they look like a constellation. On Fridays, we splurge and order pizza… I…" Blaine trailed off as Kurt started to openly sob.

Kurt felt light-headed, like the weight of the world had just fallen off of his shoulders. He couldnt stop crying if he'd wanted to.

B reached up and cupped Kurts cheek with a trembling hand. Through Kurts tears and emotions, he was aware of how exhausted B had to be. B just smiled softly and led Kurts face down towards his.

"I know I love you, Kurt Hummel," he said softly, and Kurt held back a sob as B kissed him. Kurt hiccuped with his tears, and then kissed B back - a soft press of lips, careful not to hurt him, but hungrily too, like Kurt had been starving for him. When they broke apart, B was smiling at him and breathing hard, and Kurts heart skipped a beat.

"Who are you then?" Kurt asked, his hand cupping Bs face and trailing his thumb down his cheek. "Are you Blaine or are you B?"

"I think theyre the same thing," B answered.

Kurt laughed, tired and broken, but so full of joy. He leaned their foreheads together. "I thought Id lost you," he whispered, and Bs perfect golden eyes filled with tears again.

"You believe Im… me?"

In answer, Kurt pulled back from B with a smile and started to walk around to the other side of the big bed. B watched him worriedly, but Kurt just crawled up on the free side of the bed and lay on his side next to the man he loved, resting an arm across Bs chest and scooting in close. "I saw the last thing you wrote on your list," Kurt sighed.

B looked thoughtful for a moment, and then his pale cheeks blushed. "Ive been working on a song for you."

Kurt smiled so brightly his cheeks hurt. "I believe youre you, B." He could feel his throat clogging up again, but this time with happy tears. "And I love you… I love you so much, and I… Just dont… Please dont ever leave me like that again. "

B nodded and kissed Kurt lightly. "Im not going anywhere," he breathed, and then yawned. Kurt knew Bs recovering body must be overworked, so he told him to close his eyes and rest. B did so as Kurt rubbed gentle fingers over his temples. It didnt take long for B to fall back asleep. Kurt just curled up next to him, heart full and mind swirling. This was almost too much to take in.

Cooper poked his head in some time later, but Kurt didnt want to move from where he was lying next to B and watching him breathe.

"Oh, thank god," Cooper sighed.

Kurt glanced at Cooper with a smile.

"Its him, isnt it? Blaine is your B?"

"Yes," Kurt said softly, snuggling in closer and loving the surprising heat coming off B. It was so different from before, when hed been cool and hard. "Its him. Hes B and hes Blaine... How long have you known?"

Cooper walked further into the room, keeping his voice low. "Ive suspected since I met B, and then when your dad got in town, we talked, and he thought so too."

"You didnt say anything," Kurt whispered, his hand on Bs chest, mindlessly playing with a button of his pajamas.

Cooper sighed and came to sit in the chair beside his brothers bed. "We didnt know for sure. We couldnt say anything and make you think…. and then be wrong. Ive been trying to get you over here to see Blaine regularly, though."

Kurt leaned up on an elbow to talk to Cooper, hand still on Bs rising and falling chest, needing the constant contact. "You did want me to meet your brother." He looked down at B with a smile, but it wavered a little. "Im worried about him… Adjusting to being Blaine, but still having months of memories of being B… What is he going to with all these new memories? And he has a family and… Everything is different now."

"Hell have you, right?" Cooper asked with a lift of his eyebrows.

"Always."

"Hell be fine, then," Cooper shrugged. "More than fine." He got up from the chair. "Your dads been calling. Is it okay if I fill him in?"

"Oh my god!" Kurt sat up and then quickly glanced back to B to make sure he hadnt woken him up. "My dad must be worried."

"He knew youd come here."

"I should talk to him." Kurt glanced at B again, worrying his lip between his teeth. He didnt want to leave him, realizing how weak he must still be if this whole conversation hadnt woken him up.

"Ill call Burt, have him come over," Cooper offered. "You can stay where you are."

"Thank you," Kurt breathed, and Cooper just smiled and left the room. Kurt lay back down. He really did need to talk to his dad and Rachel and so many people. He rested his head on Bs chest, and giggled at the new sensation of hearing Bs heart beat. Kurt had so much he wanted to say to B, so much they needed to talk about. He knew B was the same person hed fallen in love with, but he had this whole other life and set of memories, and he was human. Everything was different now, and there were things that needed to be worked out.

For now though, Kurt didnt care. He was lying next to the man he loved and thought he had lost, and B was real and warm and soft next to him. It could wait. With B in his arms, all Kurts other worries could wait… for just a little while longer.