"We have time." He counters immediately, not to further defend a break-in scenario, but because he has the luxury of saying those words now. Leo remembers a point last night when it hadn't felt that way at all. He'd been convinced he would never see Rafael again. The way he's able to settle into the crook of his neck,full evidence that Rafael's warm and safe, feels almost too much. He's too lucky. Leo lets his eyes close for a second anyway, to convince himself.

They don't open right away, after the question. Leo's fingers trace Rafael's hand idly. There's a line to his sappy, and it seems like it would be crossed by outlining exactly all the hovels that would feel like palaces with Rafael there. "Anywhere." Does very little to convey this or narrow it down, so Leo tries again. "But I do want to see more of Mexico, with you." He hesitates, pressing a soft kiss to Rafael's neck. "And I've kind of always wanted to actually see Europe. Italy. Someday. I've heard a lot about it, I still have family there."

He peeks one eye open, looking up. "Where would we go for you?"