If he's quiet, he can still hear the bastard in his head, which is why he nods a little before he opens his eyes and smiles at her.

"Yeah," he says. "They are now."

That's all that's important. Doc glances at his hand on her wrist and then slowly uncurls his fingers, even if he doesn't really want to. In the back of his mind is still the reminder that they're not at that bar, they're in her hometown, and she's going to have to deal with the chatter once he's gone.

"They are now."