He nodded, trying to concentrate on his stomach, how it felt. His emotions were always running high when it happened. What were his emotions doing now?
"You caught me," he replied, returning her smile and squeezing her hand. He was happy. Really happy. Not jealous or upset despite the things he'd seen tonight. Would that be enough?
He didn't need an answer. That feeling in the pit of his stomach answered for him. He closed his eyes and concentrated on their dinner. Spaghetti. Natalie. Jarred sauce.