"You're going to paint my face?" That was kind of a comforting idea, wasn't it? He would be less himself, less visible, if they were in a sort of disguise. "Yeah, whatever you want, Re-becca."

Except the part about visiting with his teammates. He wasn't sure he was quite up to that yet. "Get the tickets, and I'll pay for the snacks. We'll have a good time." He plucked her magazines from out of her arms and headed for the counter to pay for them. Girlfriend wanted snackies.