And by the time we reach the house, you'll be one hundred and eighty.

[ no offence, but you're a little on the slow side, stef. it's a kindness that she even let him walk from his hospital bed to the car.

she smiles at him and squeezes his hand gently, but doesn't tug him away from the car just yet. ]

You don't want to be carried by me? You can milk this, you know.

[ pull a katherine. ]