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Happy Quinn sighs contentedly as Toby collects her against his chest, squeezing her arms tightly around his waist with as much strength as she possesses. The fedora-wearing psychiatrist lovingly drops a kiss to Happy’s forehead, a wide smile practically splitting his face in two at the physical contact with the woman he loves.
“How was your day?” he whispers into her raven hair, settling his chin atop the crown of Happy’s head, still holding her flush against his body.
The two had been apart for most of the day, Happy’s aid required at the garage and Toby’s shrink abilities needed on a mission with Cabe, Walter, and Paige in a remote town in Maine.
“Uneventful for the most part. Got some of those new prototypes prepped for Homeland,” she answers, always happy to spend times amongst her tools and the cyclone’s mathematical geniuses. “Sylvester, Ralph, and I had Kovelsky's for dinner. Kid’s idea,” Happy continues with the recap of her day, practically burying her face into Toby’s chest while inhaling her fiancé’s unique scent.
Toby continues to pepper the hard-hearted mechanic’s forehead and cheeks with kisses, earning him Happy Quinn’s elusive, yet beautiful, smile.
“Sounds much better than my day watching Paige and Walter dance around their feelings for one another,” he quips, chest shaking with the residual traces of laughter.
“Speaking of feelings…. Why do your forehead kisses always put me in such a good mood?”
“Well, there’s a science behind that, a code, if you will.”
“Oh, spare me the science lesson, Doc,” Happy laments, rolling her dark eyes at the man she will soon be marrying.
“Honey, I have to give you the medical explanation as a doctor,” Toby deadpans, his chocolate-colored eyed filled with mirth.
“In case you forgot, Toby, you’re a shrink, not a family practitioner…”
“I still had to go to medical school, darling.”
“Get it over with, then,” she acquiesces.
“The forehead is filled with a high number of nerve endings. My kiss helps to send signals of oxytocin and endorphins to your bloodstream, which lowers your cortisol levels. Thus, the kiss code.”