I want to make a home with you. [When Okabe is flustered, he has a certain tendency to spout off at the mouth. Even now, as his mouth starts running and he starts gesturing all over the place, he's flushed a little red.] Wherever life takes us, America, Japan, the farthest-flung reaches of space, wherever! If you'll have me, I'll follow you.

[His heart is in his throat now, as possibilities flit through his mind. Does Kurisu really want to spend the rest of her life with... This? This, just what he has to offer?]

[Okabe's not as much a risk-taking man as he once was. Look where all those risks got him: twenty-three and still in his shitty apartment, every few nights spent in that musty futon of his riddled with flashbacks, a man leaping forever through time. Nobody, and certainly not any doctor in this country, can ground the brain again once it has unstuck.]

[But damn it, he secured his future. Their future! Kurisu is alive, breathing, next to him, so very real. They secured that reality for themselves, this world far-removed from all the bloodshed and misery they faced. Now he just has to do it again... Whatever it was, if he can remember the words.]

I... [Damn it, dude, don't choke now! screams Kyouma in his ear.] I won't hold you back. It'd just be nice to be able to see you, and have you come home to me every night, and maybe have some little kids and--

[And onto his knee he slides, one smooth movement, his long coat billowing about his legs much like his lab coat used to. (Does, still. A man can still indulge.) He breathes deeply to prepare himself for what's about to happen.] Heh-hem.