[Allen's quiet for a moment. It's true, he can't really argue against those points. It was...easy, to associate his own bad luck with the misfortunes of those he cared about. With how often things went wrong, it was easy enough to do...even if it wasn't entirely true. And he had a point...enjoying the good things while he could was how he survived Paradisa. Enjoy the quiet times, were the usual mindset of people. And he really did enjoy his time with Clay. It's been a long time since he's felt so happy.]

No, it does, but...

[ It meant a lot. Still, the insecurities gnawed inside him. He swallows, trying to find the words without panicking this time ]

...I don't have the best past, Clay. My life has a tendency to be dangerous. It's been peaceful in the fleet, but I can't always guarantee it'd stay that way. And... [He hesitates before speaking. But well, he might as well know] Remember that anonymous person you spoke to - about possessions? Well...that was me. I was the one you were talking to.

[He'll look at Clay finally]

Are you sure you'd like to be with me for whatever happens?