Andromeda hadn't yet fallen asleep, staying awake by her sheer will to remain conscious until she knew Ted was home. She had fallen into that state between being awake and asleep where she was conscious, but a little out of it. This was normal, her waiting up for him. She didn't mind it, as it was by her own choice that she did it. Andromeda was sure that Ted wouldn't be angry with her if she chose to go to bed before he got home. He might even encourage it. But she refused to do it. They'd never spent a night apart, and as sappy as that sounded, Andromeda wanted her husband to be the last person she saw before she closed her eyes and surrendered to slumber. In light of recent events, this became even more of a need to her.

Yes, they certainly did have their fair share of arguments, but they rarely lasted. As angry as he sometimes made her, Andromeda couldn't help but find his shortcomings a little endearing. Really all he had to do was smile at her, and she'd cave (though she might not admit it during the heat of the moment and pretend to be angry a little longer).

She stirred and her eyelids fluttered as he leaned down over her and gave her his own version of a kiss. When she felt herself shifting and the weight of his presence behind her on the couch, she snapped back into being fully awake. She made a soft noise of protest at being moved, that could almost be described as a growl. But Andromeda smiled as his hands started working their own magic on her and sighed softly. This was what she wanted, what she'd been waiting for. "Hi," she said. She leaned back against him, which, as he probably had come to learn, meant she was happy to see him.