"I've missed you too, my love," he says, kissing her again for the ???th time today. "Wait, wait, let me -- before we get carried away and lose track of time and I forget --"

He draws back just far enough to be able to shape some vines between his hands, twisting and weaving and knotting them together, until he's finally left with an exact replica of the crown he made for her on their wedding day. He places it on her head, stares for a long time, and then finally can't handle it anymore. Dionysus takes her hands and leads her to bed.