"You can be both," he suggests as his grin turns a bit sly.

But as he looks up at her, he's met with a sincere statement and a warm kiss that sort of surprises him, yet not. He'd assumed the best and the worst and everything in between -- that she either missed him as much as he missed her, or that she didn't want to see him anymore and was deliberately avoiding him.

He also wouldn't admit to being relieved to hear her say she missed him.

Instead, he smiles and pulls her in for another kiss, and wraps his arms around her middle, holding her body flush to his.

"'M glad you're back, but I hope whatever you did out there was worth it. How'd you bust up your hand, anyways? The only way I've ever split my knuckles is when I punched someone in the face."