His lips curved into a crooked grin and he ducked his head. "The non-psychotic kind of happy is more fun anyway. And good."

He walked with her, never losing contact with her; an arm around her shoulders, a hand on her shoulder, at the back of her neck, at the small of her back. He never let go, even as they went to get a luggage cart. Because neither of them could carry all that luggage out. "I got you some surprises back at my apartment. But don't ask, cause you gotta wait to see them."