His eyes open and Lydia takes the opportunity to look back at him; appreciate that he's looking back at her. She gives him a solemn nod and a small smile which wobbles a little against a lump that rises in her throat when he continues to tell her that he'll miss seeing her face. Do not cry, Lydia Martin. Don't you dare cry. Don't you give him a reason to feel guilty or second guess his decision when you both know it's the right one, she tells herself and she nods again before giving him a chaste kiss.

"I know you're not, baby. It's okay. I'll be there when you wake up, I promise. And I'll be there when you go in, too. Until you go under, I'm right there." Quite frankly, she probably won't leave at all. The robots know how to ring the register at her store and she's not going to be able to focus anyway if she's worrying about Matt's progress the whole shift, anyway. So yeah she'll be there when he wakes up, because she probably won't leave in the first place.

Lydia nuzzles the tip of her nose against his. "I want you to be happy and these implants don't make you happy. I'll be right there beside you." Metaphorically as far as support goes, but also literally.