He nods, cautious and slow. It has been hard to admit, but his heart has not quite been ready to move on from his wife, despite how very hard it had been to admit it. "Yes," he manages, voice hoarse as anything as he stares at her, so desperate to understand what he feels. He closes his eyes tightly and leans forward to press his forehead to hers. "I want to try once more, but I cannot give up the Musketeers. Will you allow that of me?"