She holds tight for as long as he'll let her, trying not to let her tears get the better of her, even though they're streaming down her face. Of course he'll be back. Of course he'll be a mess when he gets here. She's not exactly in peak form either, she knows. But that doesn't matter, when they're together.

'I hung up your suit, but I couldn't find your tie. I don't know where it ended up. I don't remember if you were even wearing one.'

Her fingertips dig into the fabric of his shirt, trying to feel the flesh and bone underneath. He's real. After all they've been through, he still wants this. It feels good just to hold onto that simple fact for the moment.