He's breathing somewhat heavily by the time they reach their destination and he's frustrated by his body's inability to keep up the pace. He knows that he can do this, but the sheer reluctance of his muscles to improve is frustrating on the level that his lack of memory lives on. Settling on the blanket, he sprawls out, never taking his eyes off of her. "So, is this what you would've done for me on that day? Valentine's Day?"