It's better. Foreman's chest warmed with sudden feeling. He hadn't thought that he was doing badly, despite bringing up a few topics that he should've stayed away from in retrospect. But to hear Amber affirm that his being here meant something to her felt so much more meaningful than her words alone. He stood up at Kate's announcement and took both of Amber's hands in his as she got up too. Wanting to share his sudden happiness, he leaned in to kiss her softly, his lips moving gently across hers. Maybe this was the question finally answered--why she wanted him here. He'd been worried about being a block to her mother's questions about when she was going to settle down, or worse, proof that she wasn't bound to her family's values and expectations. But the way she'd answered so quickly, without having to think about it, and the warmth in her eyes as she'd accepted his touch, was more than reassurance. It was a reminder of the tenderness between them, the gentleness, the warmth. "I love you," Foreman murmured in Amber's ear, letting everyone else leave the room first.

"Trust me, I've figured that out," he said as he pulled back. Kate would expect them not to keep the food waiting now that she'd decided to serve. His hand in Amber's, Foreman followed her into the dining room, and following an impulse he'd been suppressing around her far too much, he pulled out her chair for her. He knew it wasn't something Amber looked for, or even wanted, most of the time, but he couldn't help expressing his feelings the way he'd been taught, in small gestures of consideration for her.