"Sorry!" she says, laughing with him. How it is possible to find such joy when they're surrounded by sorrow Joan doesn't know, but with Ted these things just seem to happen. He makes her so happy, even now.

She carefully maneuvers her body and her limbs so that they don't put too much pressure on Ted's sore spots, then kisses him back, her body gently pressed against his. She touches his cheek tenderly, gently brushing her thumb over his cheekbone, careful not to press on the bruise.