With all the drama from home following them to a new dimension and all the apocalyptic stuff that was happening, Matt doubted he'd feel anything but tired for a long time. If ever. But at her promise, he smiled softly, reaching across the table and covering her hand with his own. "Ditto."
He gave her hand a squeeze. "Ice cream sounds like a good plan." He rose to his feet, offering her his arm. "There's a place down the road with pretty good ice cream. That okay? Or did you have somewhere else in mind?" It really didn't matter to him. All that mattered to him was that she was alive and there again. Where they went was inconsequential.