No, it is I who is the lucky one. I am relieved you have finally been honest with me. And, now, I need to be honest with you. I have had a personal revelation that you and I are destined to be married in the Temple. Yes, Septimus, I love you. That is why I pushed you so hard to get baptised before I went home, so we could be together. I don't care that you are bipolar, its OK, I have an eating disorder because of low self-esteem, so I can totally identify with that. You see, we are made for each other. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that in the spirit world you and I committed to each other to be together forever. Now that Dale is dead, I will be your companion, your comforter, your support.
Love, the one you are to cleave to,