[And there - right there - is exactly what he came here looking for and didn't realize. Not the laughter, though he needed that more than he realized, but - her. Them. That excited, easy, enjoyable, relaxed, charged, silly, soul sweet whatever it was that had happened the last time they'd been together. That's what he'd needed again. That's what he'd come looking for without knowing it.

Her... drawing him out of who he was for everyone else into who he was when he wasn't being there for everyone else.]

Maybe. Yeah, probably. [His grin was wide and relaxed and utterly caught in the moment and her as he relaxed against the beanbag and shook his head a little. Exhaled something that held the echo of laughter still.] There are plenty of people - beings - that are happy with what we did. Are doing.

[It's you. The Champion...

His next exhale was softer but, in this moment, right here, it didn't hurt. Fan club... He tipped his head back to look at her.]

Nobody asks for our autographs or takes our pictures or sends us home baked goods in the mail like you probably get though.