[He shuffles in so she doesn't have to hold the door open for him. Should she even be standing? He would like to smile, because she's smiling, and she's alive, and he knew that already, but she's right here in front of him, and that's a lot better than just hearing her voice.
He has a terrible track record with death and the people he cares about. He really had set all hope aside until he had heard the morning announcement.]
I just, um... [His face crumbles, voice cracks, vision goes blurry and wet.]