The soundless laugh does wonders in calming him, one corner of his mouth even twitching in response.

Wrapping both of his arms around her, he lightly rests his chin on the crown of her head and stares out across the field, blinking slowly in the warming sun. But the furrow between his brows isn't quite gone yet, the muscles in his jaw still a bit tense.

"It ain't even just that. It's-- those months we were apart, I thought-- I mean, I was actually mad at you 'cause I thought you said I was treating you like a whore, but-- Jeezus Christ..."