He laughs and joins her on the couch, handing over one of the bottles. "Amen," he agrees. He leans, facing her, against the arm opposite her, giving her ample space on the couch. He's not sure, but he thinks he's been getting better at reading her. He hopes, anyway. "What was it like, anyway?" he asks. "Just, pfft—" He makes a vague 'poof' gesture with one hand when he makes the sound. "One minute you're there, the next, here?"