I'll be the selfish one to say that I'm glad for it. I don't know if I'd be able to stand getting you to trust me all over again.

[Especially if she can't exactly remember how or what it was she'd done to earn it before or how to replicate it.

Still...he's here. He remembers, and it's more than enough to have her leaning in to wrap her arms around him.]

I might have missed you.