As a general rule, a hug from Abi was usually exactly what he needed to hold him together, and today he felt like he really needed that Abigail magic. It was odd, but it somehow felt like the stakes were higher than they had been over rum cocktails and dancing. That was easy. Sitting down sober and actually having a conversation - that was the tricky part. But he knew they worked, more than worked. They were perfect together, so what did he have to worry about really?
"Yeah, sorry, that was kind of out of the blue," he smiled. "What happens in Cuba didn't stay there like it was supposed to," he joked lightly, assuming that she meant seeing him again was freaking her out. Placing a hand on her waist, he easily directed them towards Lacey's side of the food court, not really feeling like dealing with someone crying into his cappuccino or calling him a dick.
"I'm good, yeah. I think the door was exactly what I needed. You can get a little crazy on the station," he admitted. He'd got more than a little crazy off the station as well, but that was probably not a second meeting kind of conversation.