She rolls her eyes. She doesn't really need a reminder of that whole thing. It had worked out for the best, but she'd been unusually emotional and for that reason she sort of wants to forget it happened. "That doesn't mean I can't stand to be separated from you for a few hours, Church," she says. Her eyes flicker away, though—she's been separated from him for two months, and that sucked. Her hand turns and she brings the palm of her hand flat against his so they can entangle their fingers together. "Don't be dumb."