[ He still doesn't like it, that it came to that at all, but...she's right, too. Whether they liked out it unfolded or not, now they are here, together, touching and speaking and reclaiming who they are as a couple, instead of spending yet another agonizing night apart. Now they can heal. They can work on what they've struggled with, and they can do it while supporting one another.

After another pull of his tea, he sets it down on the coffee table, but only so he can nestle closer to her, winding both arms around her middle now, and hooking his chin over her shoulder. Did she miss his octopus arms in addition to his cheesy lines? ]

...Yeah. All's well that ends well. But y'know, we've got a lot of cuddling to catch up on now...lots of hand-holding...lots of kisses...

[ He's joking. Mostly. But now that the walls are down between them again, he won't be refraining from physical contact, to say the least. ]