Juliet looks at him, stunned, suprised by him for a second (or third?) time. She doesn't even know what to say at first, her mouth opening and then closing again. She's looking up at him, he's blurry now, and she looks back down, hair falling in front of her face.

She hasn't had a choice in years, and now, here it is, from someone she's sure used to hate her, and now doesn't want to be on the island without her. It's a hell of a thing. He has no idea what his offer has done to her, and she bites on the inside of her cheek before finally speaking again.

"What am I gonna do in 1974 with no identity?" Juliet tentatively reaches out, her fingers resting against his wrist.

"You were right. On the dock. You were right, and I could leave, but there's nothing to go to."