She looks up at him, incredulous. Again, she shares her deepest fears with him, and again, he laughs at her.

'I mean, this. You said you don't remember the bar when you go back. And I don't want you to forget that I love you, Gene. I don't want you to forget what's happened here.'

She looks down at their hands, and as much as she wants to pull away, she can't. She needs him. She needs him in a way that's so bone deep, she can't begin to articulate it.