Travis's bitchy witch wife

When out in public and it’s been like over 2 hours. The two will go relax somewhere after a nice shopping spree. They’re casually chatting, chairs close together as they share fries. Trav notices she’s bouncing her leg quite a bit….like really really incessant. He knows she has bad anxiety and doesn’t tend to realize she’s at a certain level of it. He gently places a hand on her knee, gently rubbing it to calm her bouncing. It slows down significantly as she’s lost in her brain as she sips her soda. He can’t see her face fully since he’s resting a bit more casually.

“Time to go home?” He asked casually looking to see if she’d turn her head.

“…mmhm, I’m getting tired.” She answers looking towards him then at her leg. Shes trying to not go back to bouncing it but he could tell she’s making an effort.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. You get exhausted after being out in all this…energy. And loudness.” He said sitting up, patting her leg.

“I’ll carry the bags, and we can have a nice nap.”

“With Jeanie weenie?”