They are nice screens, he says with an innocent face. He's gone from living in a small house to a smaller studio to a very large studio and being able to use the word "comfortable" about himself realistically. He can't imagine growing up in a penthouse and from the way it sounds, money held over her head, he doesn't really want to.

There's a connectedness to the two statements that wants to tug at something anxious, afraid of how much faith it implies. But everything about her in his arms feels right and didn't he say he was going to be himself even despite what he thought?

It turns out I make good decisions sometimes, he signs, smiling, and leans in to kiss her, thumb tracing her cheek.