"What your mother would think?..."
He sighs "I don't know what he said... but i'm sure of it that your mother would want that you are happy.... but how do you want to be happy... is up to you"
He lets her go
"The same goes for me..."
He kisses her and then he looks into the direction, in which George went "He can hear something from me when i see him the next time"
"I could need some rest..."
He winks at her and sits down on the bed. He carefully takes off his shirt, revealing a bandage around his chest. The bandage on the side of his chest has a blood stain on it "Maybe it was not just a bruise.... I did not mention, the metal piece that hit me in the cockpit.... i didnt wanted to worry you more"
Around his neck are hanging his dog tags and under them the pendent