*has just emerged from the bedroom (where he has been attempting to nap, although his nerves and over-tiredness have made such a task more or less impossible) when you come inside (and it's almost time to head back to the venue)*
*looks rather glazed and zombie-like but is with it enough to remember how tense things have been between them, since their argument (and how helpless he's felt, not knowing how to fix it)*
*comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your middle, resting his chin on your shoulder (I can't remember what it was about but I'm sorry anyway)* *a bit mumblingly* Hey. You about ready?