Pam smiled, and for a moment her eyes got a little watery, with just the compliment and reassurance making her a little emotional, but thankfully that was the extent of her tearing up. "Thank you. That's very sweet. And I will totally let my kids pick whichever Mickey ears they want to make up for the matching shirts, so self expression: covered." She grinned at him as she tapped his arm with hers, only not giving it a squeeze because her hands were full.
She couldn't help but snicker at being called an octomom, but she stayed quiet, just taking in the moment. She had gotten sympathy after what happened, and it wasn't like she was really looking for it now as much as she was worrying about an unsure future, but it was nice to have someone reaffirm things that she'd thought herself. "Like, I kind of knew it was inevitable, and it still doesn't really make sense that he lived as long as he did, so I know now I was lucky for the time I had with him. But I do hope they'll leave Shark alone. Shark was never meant as a punishment for someone, so, you know, she'll probably fare better."