He laughs - he has to laugh. Just how ready Adam was with the eyelash. How ready he is just to launch forward. It cements the idea even more - this is the right thing to do. This is right for them. He's smiling so hard it hurts.

A swipe of his own eye. His own eyelash joining the mixture.

He picks up another item from the table. A piece of antler from the wreath a few months back. He offers it out. Totally not necessary, but it feels right.

"Mix with me?"