Todd doesn't get the luxury of walking away from this encounter with such concrete reminders. But he will carry with him memories, of sounds and tastes, and of John has felt. It brings hope, for more of the same.

"They will find me elsewhere," he replies as he starts pulling on his clothes. His skin is still damp, not sliding easily against the leathers. "I do not wish for them to know about this place, more than I want for your people to." This would be their refuge, a haven away from the strife. An illusion, yes. A pretend world. But, perhaps just what both of them needed, at least for a time.