Miguel wanted to cry, sitting there with his head in his hands, wallowing in self-pity over how quickly his life had just been upended. But only a a few moments after Lyra excused herself, he heard his wife's voice. All she said was his name, but it was so loaded with everything.
Standing, he wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her hair. He was so relieved she'd come back. It gave him hope that they could work through this, too. "Let's go home," he murmured, definitely not feeling up to having their celebratory meal out. It didn't even occur to him that he hadn't gotten Lyra's full name. He wasn't thinking beyond him and Les in that moment.