He will be if John has anything to do with it. Not forever, that isn't possible, but if he has his way, Finch will die old and content, he'll pass away peacefully in his sleep or surrounded by people who care about him. He'll do whatever he can to make that happen, put himself between Finch and whatever danger might come their way over and over again until there's some sort of peace to be had.

None of those words formulate into anything beyond the simplest thoughts, however, but he wonders if Finch can't read it in his eyes. If he can't see exactly what John will be willing to do in order to make certain he doesn't end up a casualty of some terrible war.

Instead he finds himself smiling faintly, looking at Finch with amusement. "Are you trying to find me a date, Harold?"

It's easy to make a joke, but the truth is it does frighten him a little. Not being alone, he's long since grown used to that, has accepted years ago he wasn't meant to have a normal like, but the thought of putting her in danger, especially in such a direct manner, it makes him nervous.