[ She takes the waver in his voice as a healthy sign, actually, for she wouldn't expect him to return to his normal level of banter so easily and so soon. Covering up his pain would have lead her to be suspicious that he was putting on a mask, and that's not what he needs. Balance is. ]

I'd miss you like the sunset always misses the sunrise. [ Her voice lowers, heartfelt, and her finger flattens out with the rest of them, allowing her to cup his cheek, and realizing, belatedly, that perhaps her metaphor isn't the best choice...

....Or maybe it is? This is the conversation for it, grief and hope and everything included. She's allowed to express how she'd miss him, he's allowed to hear it. ]

But so long as we're here, we'll get to watch both together.