She lets him have his space for the time being, taking her time shuffling back to the table with the plates. It takes her well over a minute to make her way from the dinette to the table, and his plate is wordlessly slid over toward him to take. She carefully sits, sighing in place of hissing in pain as she does. And instead of eating right away, she just stares at her meticulously made peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"I love you," she finally speaks, her voice cracking slightly as she whispers. She'll blame it on the excitement of being shot, but she's getting a little emotional with him saying he's not going anywhere.

"And I'm not going anywhere either."

That being said, she picks up her sandwich and slowly takes a bite. It's in that moment she realizes she forgot a glass of milk, and gives out a muffled and sticky sounding fuck beneath her breath.