"I love you too," he answers, feeling the same way. This is exactly the kind of lovey-dovey obnoxiousness he was looking forward to engaging in.

There is a new bruise on his face, on the opposite side from the others, one that she hasn't actually seen before. But it's smaller than the others at least, and a couple days old now.

Beard is just patiently (and happily) waiting, holding onto Ted's crutches and the sign, and making sure no one runs away with Joan's luggage.