He acts standoffish, like it's no big deal that he went back to his house to fetch this for her. That her gratitude is unnecessary. That it's annoying for her husband to have saved so many silly keepsakes. But she smiles wider for all of it.

"I'm glad. When we get home, I'll make sure to ask. I want to see every one of them." Maybe she'll rotate them in and out on the fridge back home, though that's likely to embarrass her kids at this age. It might be funny for a while, but maybe they're better suited for a scrapbook. Something that she can treasure privately as she catches up on everything she missed.

Her heart feels so full, it hard to keep control of herself. She wipes at her eyes a bit, trying to get them to stop tearing up like they are. It works a little bit, even more after she takes in a breath and lets it out slowly.

"What...kind of game were you in that you would get something like this?" She never really asked about that part. It was all kinda brushed over, and there's been so much that's been happening. This is the first time she's gotten a chance to really wonder about what kind of place he was in before this.