[Ginia kisses his cheek before she untangles and takes his hand, leading him to the bed. There are things she wants to talk about and sort out and it would be better for the two of them to sit. That they sit on their bed, a location that belongs so very intimately to them, strikes her as oddly fitting and amusing.]

Yes, I am. At least, um, at least I intend on staying. [Her hands seek out one of his, holding on and looking at the scars and wrinkles across his hand. In some way, it's almost as much a distraction for herself as one for him - he can't clean and fiddle with his glasses as much if she holds on.]

...Rupert... I have something I want to ask you. [Realizing how that statement always sounds, Ginia quickly follows up with:] Just something I'm curious about. Something I need to know. ...It's nothing bad.