"I'm glad you love it." I'm glad you love me, he lets slide in between the lines, not wanting to think about their worst fight, finding it impossible to totally erase from his mind. "Give it some time, maybe it'll stick."

Dan might not have enough time for it to stick. But it's better to hope there is than fall into despair over how little time they really have.

He kneads Dan's shoulder and raises his eyebrows, eager for some tea. "Oh? Well don't keep it to yourself."