He's not even sure what he's doing in the big picture, which both frightens and exhilarates him. It hasn't clicked for him so hard since... well, since Madeline and he married her. Of course, that didn't go so well - but he's feeling optimistic. He's a different man than he was thirty years ago, hell - it's a different world than it was then.

Leaning his head against cool tile of the enclosed shower, he lets the warm water pour over him for a long moment - washing away the petty insecurities with the soft foamy soap bubbles before returning to the room with a damp towel wrapped around his waist.

"Just as perfect as when I left you."