Not yet

She gave him a light enough jab to his arm to show her annoyance with what he just said, and he felt it – he knew. But he was grateful she allowed him to continue to walk beside her, to gain time to explain. He knew she was unimpressed – hopefully only temporarily, but her patience and tolerance for his childish idiotic moments was something that never seemed to wane. She’s in control and could tell him to leave, but instead, she continues to listen and sense him occasionally turn his head towards her, smiling, trying to catch her looking back at him. They both know. Not yet.