This is gooey, sort of.

I expected them to continue being the kind of gooey that makes me want to throw a bucket of water on them.

It was a rough couple of Ages.

Yeah.

Like I said, I should have expected it.

"Hey, guys, let's go."

"Probably for the best, yeah."

So they head outside again.

Idaia clings extra hard to her husband.

He clings back.

"Should I in fact drop you off at your hotel? I'm glad you came to spend time with me but if I'm interrupting your--coping mechanisms--"

"I'm okay hanging out more if that's what Idaia wants."

"...I'd appreciate privacy but I don't want to be done...can you, like, do your studying or reading or internet-surfing in the lobby so we can come back down or something--"

"That's fine. That's absolutely fine. I can do that."

"Thanks."

Idaia being okay is my absolute number one top priority.

Yeah, you and me both. But I don't think she'd want you to not mention what you need.

It's not that this causes me to lie about what I need it's that it affects what I need.

Fair enough.

She drives them back to the hotel and settles in the lobby with her laptop.

And he carries his wife upstairs.

I love you so much. I wish you hadn't had to do without me so long.

Have you now.

You do! I am right here in your arms where I belong.

You are exactly where you belong and I love you so much.

I love you so very very much.