[The wine is definitely meant to be enjoyed, and eventually they’ll have to decide on the food, too — but regardless, he’s of the same mind of Clarke. It’s the company that matters. His ability to provide support when needed, an ear that’ll listen, a friend to be near.

Her explanation only feeds further into the imagery he has of her world, some harsh apocalyptic reality that he’s sorry she has to live through. The planet burning itself. Nuclear reactors failing and setting the world alight.]

How was everyone able to adapt once a disaster like that happened? That would be… an impossible amount of radiation sweeping over the planet, wouldn’t it?