You're not going back there unless I can go with you. And if you go when I've gotta sleep you're so in the doghouse.

[He buries his nose in her shoulder, getting acquainted with the slight changes and just inhaling her in general; he missed her, enough that it scares him a little, and now that she's back he has exactly zero intentions of letting her out of his sight. Not for a while, anyway; he lost her twice already, he's really not looking for a third time.]

Sure.

I told you, it sucked when you were gone.

[Evasiveeeee.]