She narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms across her chest, trying her best to see if he was being truthful with her or not. Marlene was certain he was tired, it was written all over his face, in the way he held his shoulders, and even in the way he seems to drift off for a moment before speaking; that didn't mean he wasn't being honest when he said he'd rather be with her. It had been a long two weeks, give or take, since they'd last been able to actually see each other, and she knew that there was no place else she'd rather be than with him, so why should he feel any differently? "Okay," she said, her arms falling back loosely at her sides and her gaze losing its intensity.
"Why don't you go get ready and I'll make you some tea? It isn't like we're in any hurry to get some place." She stepped backwards, making room for him to enter into his own home. Even if he wouldn't admit to her that he was tired, he should be allowed the chance to go take a nice shower and wash the day off himself. "Then we can talk and decide what it is we should do with ourselves tonight."