[Once he has the final result, he's very misty eyed because look! It's his husband! His literal fantasy come to life! Who he may never see again...]

It's good. Hey. I know I'm paying you excessively well for this - and you deserve every dollar and then some don't doubt that - but uh... if you ever need a favor of any kind? Give me a buzz okay?

Like, it doesn't matter what it is you want. You want me to mail you a case of soda that's only sold in one country, I'll mail you a soda. You want me to bury a body, it's buried. No questions asked. I'll do it.

Nothing short of having my husband show up here is going to be enough thanks for this.