If it's a dream, she never wants to wake up. Never wants to return to her old life and lose everything. She knows he feels the same, reaching up to gently wipe at his tears even as her own streak damp cheeks. She laughs lightly, at their shared vulnerability. Weaknesses that they wouldn't allow themselves unless they had each other to cover.

"When do we tell others?" she asks. Valdis knows, of course, but probably wouldn't share their news with others. "Phil, and Darcy, Ruby..." those seem the most important to tell first. Not tonight, though. Tonight is theirs.