That's better! Calm, smiling Galen. That's the Squishy she likes to see. Making jokes and linking pinkies. She can handle this. This is okay.

Kenzi kisses him quickly on the forehead, straightens, and steps back hesitating to sit back down like she's scared he's going to explode or shatter... or vanish. When she's sure he's definitely, very okay, she sinks back into her chair and rests her chin in her hand. "You want some cereal or something? There's no more milk, but we can still munch on it before it gets stale."