He smiles crookedly his carefully gelled hair still back from his face. He reaches out and tucks one errant piece of her hair behind her ear. His gloved fingers brush against her cheek cautiously. Then he clears his throat and opens the door for her. “Your chariot awaits, Mrs. Ford.” It’s meant to be teasing and light.

He settles into the car but before he turns it on he turns to look at his new wife. “I know... I know you wanted something, someone different.” He lowers his eyes knowing that he has to say this but he can’t look at her. “But if there’s anything you ever want, Kitty, just ask and I’ll do my damnedest to make sure you get it.” Even if that includes her finding someone outside their marriage for certain things that he can’t give her