There are bound to be awkward moments, but she feels like she has him back, now, more surely than she did in the hospital, or in those awful moments where he was looking at the apartment like it was a museum display.

(She's putting Great-Grandpa Wolf in a pocket; she doesn't need him to tell her a story right now, but it's curious enough to revisit sometime. Now that they have time for untold stories and unasked questions. Now that they have each other, again.)

"Maybe a five. It's not so bad as long as it's not up and down over and over." No standing ovations in her future. She's glad for his hand, though, letting him help her more than she normally would.

"Are you throwing me out?"

She can only stand to make the joke because she's confident he isn't.