He eased an arm around her, drawing her body against his. "Don't think we're missing. We couldn't be missing," he said. "Everything happened, right?" His shoulders lifted a little in a shrug. "No one who's come back has said "hey, you vanished" so we can't ... have been missing," he decided.
He rubbed her shoulder gently before he heard footsteps in the hall and smelled dinner. "Foood," he groaned as his stomach grumbled. Rising, he headed over to the door to exchange money for food before carrying the bags into the kitchenette and settling them on the table. "Dinner is served," he called toward the couch with a grin.