"Never," he promises. How could anyone ever forget her? He tries to imagine a future that involves her not being around or not being on his mind, and he just can't; he finds it even stranger to remember that his life had been void of Kate just a little over two months ago. He feels like he's known her for so much longer, especially lying here together like this with her fingers in his hair and just rambling on about things that are and aren't important. He knows it's a joke, the thing about forgetting her, but if--heh, when--he does take over the city, he expects her to be right there next to him. "Besides, we've discussed this before. Cabana boy off limits, et cetera, et cetera."

He raises an eyebrow, considering the sympathy angle, but ultimately shakes his head. "I'll make people do that anyway, pull the puppy dog thing at the most opportune moments, y'know?"