[Falco can have all the shoulder touching he wants. Paul lets his hand stay anchored where it is.]

And once they do, we can decide to keep them together.

[He wants to stay on this subject. He would prefer greatly to sit here and talk about friendship and birds, instead of dreams and fate. But they need to get this out of the way, so that in a month - only a month, it's not so bad - they can come back to those subjects in this kitchen.]

I'd like to say we're friends. Friends trust each other, don't they?