“Henry, it’s getting cold. Can’t we go back inside?”
“But we’ve just arrived. It’s your fault for wearing nothing but my night shirt.”
“You were the one that insisted we act more like a couple! Don’t couples…share clothing?”
“Does this mean I get free access to your panties?”
“No, you lecherous old man!”
“Well, in the event that this might happen again, I really would prefer you stay warm and less-bitchy. If you catch a cold that means I catch a cold. You are a grown woman, get yourself a jacket, some furry underwear, and pants. That or grow a beard. I don’t mind mountain women. Don’t you remember Sheila?”
“I’m not going to voluntarily bring Sheila’s image into my mind. Anyway. How about I just do this?”
She slid further forward and plopped herself down onto his lap, burying her head in his collarbone.
“Woman. I don’t approve of all this extra touching.”
She smiled and gently replied.
“Yeah, but…I like it when you hold me.”

And for the first time in Henry’s sundered life, he had nothing left to say.