“Me? Oh man, you do not have to worry about me,” Much said with a grin and a big squeeze of her hand in return, before he tugged her in for a proper Much hug, firm and tight and close. “You’re right, y’know? It is gonna be okay. And if you need me, y’know, I can hop it over to Wisconsin, just say the word.” He didn’t let go just yet, even though Kaden pointedly stood up and yanked his phone out of the wall, turning toward the gate. Much gave Marcie one longer, final squeeze, with a big, deep breath (she always smelled so good).
“Love you, Marcie,” he said quietly in her hair. “You’ve gonna have the best time.”