(Rebecca's POV)
I find Eric in the wings before I find anyone else.
He's not watching me. He's watching the screen, the tail end of it, the ward feed cutting to black, and there's something on his face I've seen maybe twice in three years of marriage and never once been able to name. Pride, yes — pride's easy, pride I recognize on him the way I recognize my own handwriting. This is pride with something older folded inside it, aimed past me, aimed at those kids on the screen, like he owes them something and this is the only currency he's got to pay it down with.
Then he sees me and the look folds itself away so fast I almost doubt I saw it.
He pulls me in. Too long for a keynote hug — I count it against how these usually go, quick and public and over before the next handler arrives with
