Eventually, she slowly releases him, wiping her eyes with her sleeve and managing a wobbly smile as she tries to pretend like she wasn't just crying at all that. Later, she'll have time to wonder at the good fortune of it all, and silently remark on the uncanny coincidence of the timing--that she should receive such terrible news and such wonderful news so close to each other, and both things that she never would've dreamed of seeing happen.

"Well, thank goodness for these cups with lids," she remarks with a slight laugh, reaching in her pocket for a handkerchief to help dab off some of the liquid that may have splashed out. "And thank goodness for good news--oh, Neil, it's--it's simply wonderful."