Allison snorts, because she can imagine that. She's pretty sure her father was immortal, even if she doesn't exactly know why. But Allison can understand missed timing, and how how painful that can be.

"Well, I'd say age ain't nothing but a number but men use that to be gross so ... I won't." Allison leans back, making a face. Technically Ray is sixty-one years her senior, even if they were physically the same age when they met. She tries not to think about it that way, but it's true. "Technically my husband was sixty-one when I was born, but time travel got involved, and we both met in our thirties."

She knows that might not be Clara's situation though. "I guess ... in my opinion, if you both are in the same place, and are both ready to take on what that relationship means, then why not shoot your shot. I think that happiness gets squandered when people get too focused on the logistics. And in my opinion, that's one of the worst things you can do. Waste your happiness because you're too focused on something else. It's too rare as it is."