He feels the change more than sees it, like a shift in the breeze. Despite her smile, it's like her emotions are contracting into herself, no longer as open and inviting as they were in the bar.

If stepping into the garden helped drag him out of his own head a little, this pulls him another inch. He glances to her, rather than following where she points, then loops his arm through hers like she's done to him so many times.

"Yeah. I'd like that."