Happy New Year. [ Because this is what new years is all about, right? Celebrating. That they're alive, after all of this time, and that another year has gone by and so much can happen in a year. So much can happen in a minute, in a second--like pressing a big, red button.
But now he has Clara. Now, at least above everything else, he has Clara. He'll just grab her shoulders--yes, she is indeed real--and then give her to quick kisses on either cheek. Wait-- ]