There were parts of their stories that were a blur to Orestes. Particularly when he had been under the Furies' curse. He remembered doing things he regretted, things he would have never done if he had had a say. He counted himself fortunate that he no longer felt his life was lived in a blur, because he was able to make his own choices without fearing what maniacal thing he would do next. He wouldn't blame Hermione for being safe. He wouldn't blame her if she ever said it was too much of a chore to be with him, because even he knew what a thick skull he could have at times.
He admired the face he had missed most of all. Gods, she was as beautiful as he remembered. His fingers laced into her hair as she kissed him. He paused only for a moment to look at her and then kissed her again, this time more deeply.