[She's warm, and while she wears a different scent with his face tucked by her hair, she feels the same. Right down to the hands on his face, familiar, home. It hurts to smile, and he does it anyway, strained and yet meaning every motion of it.]

Yeah, well, not so dramatic. [His voice is thick, and it's punctuated with a sniff.] Apparently everyone shows up buck-ass naked and drowning. Here I thought I was special. Beat me to it, as always.

[They're going to have to talk about it, but they have to joke it out, first. It's just what they do. Slotting so easily back into place.]