It was some sort of poetic thing she supposed. He'd gotten his old life back, remembered things once again, and this, this was something new, something that, it didn't matter if he remembered or not because they'd never done this before. She tried to think of a pretty way of putting it that way but she couldn't, so she just basked in his attention, smiling a gently.

"I could always come visit you at my uncle's," she put in quietly, her fingers stroking his face as she looked up at his face. It'd be easier to do this at her uncle's since her uncle tended to go on trips and she knew that he was just as a heavy sleeper as her father. Come Thanksgiving, they're both snoring on the couch first. "Plus every night... that might wear you out."