Keiran was entirely able to understand the strange combination of happy and sad, adding up to bittersweet, so he just nodded in agreement. He understood, Keiran tried to explain to her silently. He knew what she felt, at least in part, and he couldn't begrudge her a few more moments of attempting to compose herself. Perhaps he didn't really want to go back and see Aiden again. It wasn't that he didn't have good memories of his father, of course, but rather that he wasn't sure what to look for, wasn't sure which day, which moment, he would pick. Nothing came to mind, in particular, so he supposed he perhaps just wasn't ready. Or maybe he just needed to ask Bridget if he could borrow their albums.
And, Merlin, but he didn't even want to think about what would happen when Bridget passed away. What would they be left with, really? Lavender certainly didn't count, if you asked Keiran what he thought. But that wasn't something Millie needed to hear, so he just held onto her more tightly, wanting to counter her thanks but knew that it sometimes just needed to be said and accepted. Instead of saying a word, though, he just gave her a little squeeze and rubbed his hand up and down her back.
Keiran leaned back a bit - enough to look down and nod at her question, holding her to him as he lifted off of the ground and let her feet settle down. This time, they were really meant to leave the room, so he leaned over and pressed a kiss to her temple before they went back downstairs. "You've got me. Always will."
As they descended the stairs, Keiran suddenly found himself glad that he didn't suggest he take her into that last memory before they ate. He wasn't actually sure he wanted her to see that at all, now that he thought about it. Keiran was fairly certain his ears were burning as he registered just how much embarrassment would have befell him. After all, he hadn't always been the sort of guy that Millie thought he was, now. He could only imagine how much hell he would get if she had heard her husband walking down the street with Robin as one or the other of them commented on "the gams on that one," or even something so simple as which pub they were headed to that night. Even Avery hadn't seen much of that side of him, and Keiran found himself grateful. At least the only one who could truly destroy his ethos with his children (so far as he knew), was Robin.
A little smile pulled at his lips, though Keiran wasn't sure if it was out of place or not, and he accepted a bite of the breadstick she offered, only slightly surprised by her first comment. "Alright. So how about you work on making a fancy salad or something along those lines? D'you want anything else?" he asked, reaching towards the fridge. His action was halted, though, when she continued, because he didn't at all want to let go of her if she wasn't quite ready. So he drifted his hand down her arm, taking her free hand in his own once more. He lifted her hand, turning it so he could press his lips against the back as she continued.
"It's okay to not be okay, baby," Keiran assured her gently, giving her hand a squeeze. "You've seen me at my worst. I'm not going to judge you for being in pain."
He drew in a breath at those three little words, feeling like they somehow meant more now that she had gone through that day all over again, but from the outside looking in. It wasn't the same, and he understood that problem quite well, given that he had done the same just before her. But hers was worse. His experiences couldn't really hold a candle to what she had shown him, but it also wasn't fair, somehow, to compare the two. Both had changed the individuals standing in that kitchen, and now it was up to them to take their new selves and their new house and cook up something worthwhile. As far as Keiran was concerned, they were on the right path. "I love you, too, Missie."
Although she had requested that they work on dinner, Keiran wasn't sure that Millie was as focused on the task as she tried to be. So he took a moment, leaning down to nudge his nose against hers, to try and figure out a better way to spend the evening. The first thing that came to mind was the one Millie had often leaned towards, so Keiran figured it would be a good enough suggestion. "Maybe we should forgo the chopping and instead lean towards some smaller snacks, maybe a drink, and a bath? Sort of seems like our thing, now."
Once it had been agreed upon, Keiran gave her a quick kiss and moved to pick up a bottle of wine and glasses, leaving Millie to sort out what she wanted to nibble on, then led the way up to their room. The bath was started, and he worked on pouring up a glass of the red for her and then for himself. Then he sat himself on the edge of the tub, testing the temperature and closing the tap once it had filled the bowl of the bath enough. Keiran extended a hand towards her, settling that hand at the base of her spine so he could nudge a bit and bring her closer. A first kiss was pressed against her stomach, before he drifted up and stood to face her properly. His fingers drifted beneath her shirt, suggesting his willingness to help her out of it, but he waited, instead pressing his forehead to hers. "Thank you, by the way, for sharing that with me. I should've said. It means so much that you wanted to. And I love you all the more for it."