"Stop! Stop that eyebrow... thing! Stop!" She breaks into giggles, hands to her mouth.

"They'd have to pass Juicy's screening before you'd let them near me, anyway," she says, flapping her hands. "The only thing that surprises me about you is that I've never walked in on you kissing a computer." Somehow, she's not terribly worried about him suddenly bringing home any guys. He hasn't brought any girls over, after all, and it's been years.

She looks up when he settles his hands on her shoulders. Her hands drop, and she nods, once. "We're not dying," she answers, "you're not allowed to die on me again." Her hands find his ribs, and she steps in to hug him properly, her cheek against his shoulder and her arms tight around his upper body.