[He accepts her hand up without hesitation, a little wobbly on his bad leg for the first few steps after sitting still for so long, but otherwise undeterred. He gives her hand a squeeze - hopeful that it might convey the whole... everything of what he's feeling right now, knowing it to be insufficient but lacking a way to express it otherwise - and tugs lightly, leading the way back to his place.
Strawberry cakes, he's decided, are definitely on the menu right now. Everything else can wait. They've got time.]
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Strawberry cakes, he's decided, are definitely on the menu right now. Everything else can wait. They've got time.]