"Soren... Soren.... You are my husband. That means something I don't think I can explain." She sniffs a little and kisses his lips, then leans back just a little to trace his eyebrows, the shape of his jaw, to touch the traces of tears on his cheeks. "That's what I want, too. Yes, I'll be here more. Just... just tell me that's where you want me. Tell me I can come home now."