What might have been. It's not the same, he argues with himself. Peggy isn't going to be lost to the future. When the war is over –

He shakes the thought from his head and focuses back on his best friend. "But do you?" he asks.

His voice is very, very gentle. "Wish she could stay?"

It's fast. But it's wartime. And he knows how he felt when he met Peggy; like a bolt from the blue had struck him where he stood.