At least these days the tremble isn't one of infinite pain. At least these days she doesn't look at him like the sight of his ghost will absolutely kill her.

It's got his own quiet smile in place as he leans, carefully, to press a kiss against her forehead.

"Rach."

He knows he'll never sound anything but slightly far away, slightly distorted. He hopes, beyond belief, that she can hear the joy in his voice all the same.

"Congratulations."