[It's nice thinking that Connor can do that, keep Sean out of jail and keep him from being deported. It's a really nice dream. He just rests his chin back on Connor's shoulder again, and tries not to hope too much, even as he finds himself hoping a little.]

I don't want to leave either. I've gotten too used to American food and American men to want to go back. And we still need to go on that date out to Comerica Park. You owe me a beer there. And if we can't have it there, then... then you can fly to Ireland, and I'll show you around there, and we can get a pint. Your treat.