He wishes that too, just about every other day and honestly there's nothing more he'd like to do with Tennyson right about now. But they'll have to settle for ice cream and movies and whatever else they can manage and Kavinsky hopes she's okay with that.

Kavinsky pokes his head out of the kitchen and then comes over and without hesitation gives her a big damn hug. He might even squish her a little bit. "Holy shit, it's good to see you."

The hug makes her laugh because due to the height difference meant her feet left the ground but she was okay. She just hugged him back and held on.

"You too, handsome. And with my own eyes."

He still kinda hates himself for not being able to tell that it wasn't her, and for being so busy with Ronan that they hadn't gotten together after they got back from their honeymoon. The latter he doesn't hate himself for, because he wouldn't change any of his time with Ronan, but he still wishes he had seem Ammy as her, face to face.

"Is everything ok in there?" He sets her down and pulls back to look at her. "I mean, as far as your brain settling into itself and stuff."

She didn't blame him even slightly. It was his honeymoon! If anything, she felt a little bad for ruining his marital bliss with her questionable life decisions and drama.

Tenny does her best to smile through his question but she knew he would see through any attempt to lie or sugar coat it so she didn't bother. "Mostly I think. I mean I'm me. Not Amadeus or a demon. Things just feel... off. Constantine warned us that would happen though. I was in someone else's head for weeks. I've got to get used to being me again."

She didn't ruin it at all. He'd never look at it that way and he knows Ronan wouldn't either. They were both so damn worried about her.

"Yeah, I figured that would last a while. Fucking weeks, that's so fucked. Can't believe that shit went down." He shakes his head, not at her, but at the situation and the stupidity of that overgrown green idiot.

"We'll get your head back to normal. We'll hang out and fuck off and you'll remember exactly what it's like to be you." He throws an arm over her shoulder and tugs her toward the kitchen.

She nods and looks far away for a moment while he speaks but shakes herself out of it when he puts his arm around her. She even forces a more convincing smile this time. "If anyone could get this head screwed back on straight, it be you, sug."

Once in the kitchen, she didn't wait for him to serve her ice cream. She'd spent enough time there that she knew where things were. She just helped herself. No bowl. Just the carton and a couple spoons. "You know what's really good with Chunky Monkey? Parks and Rec. I think I need a little Fat Pratt in my life."

He tilts his head, poking her chin lightly. "You can talk to me about any of this shit, okay? Whatever you want, I'm all ears."

He squeezes her, then lets go and gets to work on making the hot chocolate. The freezer is filled with not only her flavor, but a bunch more in case she wants to go through some other flavors. He tried to keep their other ice cream separate so she wouldn't end up with tortured cows or whatever. "Normally I'd groan and roll away, but this time I'll let you have your Fat Pratt. I've never watched that show before. You're gonna have to clue me in."

There is just the tiniest wobble of her lip before she bites down on it. Joking and even teasing she could handle but she just didn't think she could handle him being so nice. "Later, okay?"

Since she didn't know if it the rest was okay for her to eat, she just stuck with the Chunky Monkey. She was even a couple spoonfuls deep into it by the time he came with the hot chocolate. "It's a great show. You'll like it. It's very anti-establishment for being a show about a government office. And you'll fuckin' love Ron. Pratt is my show-verse husband but I want to BE Ron Swanson when I grow up minus the obsession with breakfast meat.

Hey, he's always nice to her. Okay, he usually throws in some snark, but he really just wants to make sure she's okay. "Yeah, later. Whenever you want. Tomorrow even, or next week. Like, no pressure. I'm just sayin, I'm here." Because he knows how things can get when you don't talk, but he also knows how shitty it is to be pushed.

Kavinsky will probably clue her in later. For now he's dumping marshmallows into their mugs. Those are vegan too. He figured he might as well dream up everything for her just in case. "Who do you think I'm most like?"

He is nice but it's not sugary or Hallmark-like. It's more like "shut up, stupid" and hugs. A level of intimacy that she's always appreciated. So she wasn't prepared for his heartfelt off but she appreciated when he didn't push it further. She really didn't feel like crying again. "Thanks."

There is no hesitation. "Definitely Tom. Right down to the shitty taste in music." She teases shooting a grin over her shoulder as she heads to the living room and the big screen to put on her show.

Is he being sugary and Hallmark- like? He'd definitely scoff at that and then probably do something awful to make up for it. She hasn't done anything stupid though, so he has no reason to call her that.

"Tom better be the most fucking amazing guy that has ever walked on this earth." He flings his leg out and kicks her ass lightly, then grabs the hot chocolate so she can't kick him back without making him burn himself. "My music isn't shitty. It's fucking amazing and you just suck at knowing the difference cause you're tone deaf from being on stage for so long." Hallmark. There you go.

Maybe it was just the chin tap.

"It's Aziz Ansari. Of course he's amazing!" She laughs plopping down on the couch. "Fuck you. I have perfect pitch. You're just jealous of my skills."

Not as good as the hug, though.

"I have no idea who any of these people are." He sets everything down in front of them, pursing his lips at her. "Uh huh. You've never heard me sing." And no one ever will... well, aside from Ronan, and that was only the Happy Birthday song. Maybe a Christmas carol, or something.

"You're gonna learn today." She replies maybe a little too cheerily but she was determined not to be a sad sack right now. "I like to think that if we shared something that important you would have told me by now."

"Alright. Bring it on. And let me know if you need more ice cream. The freezer is stocked. I kinda went crazy." Ice cream for a whole year, basically. Well. The way they eat junk food, maybe not. "I wouldn't have told you about my singing!"

"All that ice cream in there was good? It was packed." She asks offering him some of the Chunky Monkey. "Why not? I can't think of anyone I would want to jam with more."

"Yeaaaaah. The stuff on the left is the ice cream we had before. Like, two cartons. The rest... all your vegan dream shit." He digs into it, taking out a big scoop. He sticks half of it in his mouth, glancing at her and tries to talk with his mouth full. "Uhhhhnrrr."

"You're so good to me." She smiles a real smile and nudges him with her foot. "Why be lame, K? Why be lame?"

"You fucking deserve it, lady." He nudges her back, finally swallowing down the ice cream, then scrunches his face cause ow, brain freeze. "It's probably not even good singing!"

"So? There's nothin' more fun then drivin' around singin' at the top of you lungs." She counters as she passes him the ice cream again. Since she'd seen every episode, they didn't start at the beginning. She went with the episode where April and Andy spent the whole day in the office by themselves, playing, and the sparks between them really started. It was one of her favorites mostly because it was so Andy heavy.

"And that qualifies as jamming?" He takes another spoonful, then reaches for his hot chocolate as he watches. "Who are these people? I don't get it."

"What? Did you think I meant recordin' or something?" Tennyson smirks and gently tries to steal his hot chocolate to get a sip.

"Okay, the blond is Leslie Knope. She's weird and way too into her job but nice. The guy with the mustache was Ron Swanson. I want to be him. He's the boss but the only reason he has a government job is because he doesn't think that the government should be all up in people's business so he tries to stop the department from getting too big or involved in the community. The mopey brunette is April. She's still an intern in this episode and Ron hired her because she doesn't really care and mostly just plays on her phone. Pratt is Andy. He's funny and sort of dumb but super sweet and April likes him but he's still hung up on Anne, the pretty brunette. They used to date but she dumped him because he's a musician and kind of a freeloader. Andy was tryin' to win her back but April is hopin' to swoop in and lock that shit down. Tom, the guy that I think you are like, is the Indian guy. He's one of those guys that know all the clubs and talks in hashtags and has a different start-up company like every other episode but under the nice clothes and house music, he's actually a great guy and seems like he would be really fun to hang out with."

"No... I don't know what you meant. Like playing together and stuff," he shrugs, letting her have at the hot chocolate. "Like band stuff, I guess." Which he's never, ever done.

He listened to her tell him all about Parks and Rec, eyebrows raised. He can't imagine. watching an entire show about this, but he's curious. "I don't talk in hashtags!" Well sometimes he does, maybe. "So now they're just hanging out at the office and doing bullshit things? I guess I can get behind that."

"Well, we could. I'm gettin' better on the guitar but since we're both singers, I was thinkin' we'd just belt it out."

"It's not like a perfect representation of you! Just the one you are most like. Maybe some April in there too. Me? I'm probably a weird mix of Ben, Andy, and Ron. I would throw Tom in there but I'm not that cool."