"I'm sure he'd just be happy to see that you're alright. Denizens of the Velvet Room are quite receptive to the depth of the collective unconscious. Since they specialize in bringing out the true face of one's soul...well, I hardly think a bereft woman will be too upsetting." He hugs Verity and smiles against her.

"Can we both agree to stop feeling awful and worrying the other? Misunderstandings happen. Please...don't run away from me, Verity." He shifts, tilts he chin up so he can give her a kiss.

"Ah. You should probably put the ice cream I bought somewhere cold, if you don't want it now. Sorry, I should have said what it was right away..."