He finds himself in her arms without remembering actually taking the steps to cross the room. Time seems to fold up inside her, the moment away from her becoming less important. He extracts himself only after a moment of canoodling.

"I do." He helps himself to her closet, knowing that Eta put the pajamas he wears here away and laundered. He slips into them and crumbles onto the bed, making vague gestures at her to lay down beside him.