[is there a right reaction? One he's supposed to have? He's not sure, even as he stills for a moment too long to be anything but him processing it. So many things come to mind to say and yet, he settles on the one he thinks is right, despite how he feels.

His fingers curl around her hand, squeezing]

. . . it'd be pretty unfair of me to expect you to wait, when I'm not coming back. Especially when I made you wait for so long. [...] Are you happy?