"Probably," he agrees easily, like she had finished her sentence aloud. He rests his forehead against hers and tries to wrangle his emotions, unsure how he'd gotten so wrapped up in hindsight. But then he remembers that they still have the whole day ahead of them... He doesn't want to sober up or go to work or any of the usual things he'd be determined to do on a free day such as this. He remains close and waits to see if she has any more insight to offer.