She nodded, while drinking her water, causing the glass to bump against the curve of her teeth and the skin over her upper lip. Not believing, but at least attempting to hold on to the idea of those words.

It's awkward. Swallowing enough water, enough courage to actually reference him finally, even though Emma's been talking about him since she said her first words.

"Yeah. Now he can focus on his life, and what he's supposed to." His wife, his memories from before his coma, their life, who he is supposed to be.