Upon crawling into bed last night, I spooned up to Andreas’ back, curled an arm around his waist, and sighed.

*Dre:* We’re so close…
*Me:* Yes. We are. [Gives him a little squeeze. Thinks, "What a sweet thing to say!"]
*Dre:* …Only four days left until we can eat regular food!
*Me:* Oh. Right. That too.