Try again. Much as Jag couldn't have been happier at the thought, he also felt uneasy about how real it felt, how real it might be. The sort of real he always destroyed, in the end. "You should know, I always fuck this kind of thing up," he warned Val, which was, in itself, an agreement. "But... I mean. Yeah. I'd like that." They were hard words to get out, but they'd agreed, with Emma. The less heartache the better, and he wasn't going to give up his chance for less heartache, not without trying.