[there is no reality in which he would not be okay with that. he lets her do so, miraculously doesn't pass out, and even threads his own plastic fingers through hers. nice. 10/10.]

That's... certainly one way to put it. [he exhales lightly, as they walk, still keeping as low key as they can.] I can't believe Woody had to deal with this on his own for a month on top of waking up just after the whole garbage tip thing.