A littler smile appeared on his face when he felt her hand in his. He gave it a little squeeze to express some tiny amount of affection.
He sat down on the couch, moving a hand to offer any of the available seats that remained, which was the remainder of the couch and two arm chairs. He thought about exactly when he first arrived in this country, "I don't recall the exact year, but it seems it was about four or five decades ago. When I didn't like it all that much I returned home for two weeks, only to find myself back here." He smiled slightly at that, "After a couple more attempts I gave us any hope of remaining at home permanently." He didn't like that he was confined to this one country and only two weeks away at a time. "What about you? Have you been here long?"