She frowns and he mentally braces for whatever her response will be...only for it not to come. He feels like it's there, on the horizon muddled by memory, and smiles just a little harder.

He's glad she's here. He feels guilty as hell, but he's glad too.

"Yeah," and it's teasing, a little, but he also moves to stand next to her and bumps her shoulder from where he stands. "It'll be good."