[Gods, he's struck by how much he loves her even more now. They were separated for so long, but he got her out, they saved the fucking world, they're legends. It's everything they ever wanted. He can't help but think in that moment back to their scrappy childhood, back to dirty hands and whispered dreams and thoughts of how good it would get that was dwarfed by what they'd truly achieved. And they lived. She lived. Anything that happens to them from here on out, he can take it. It's going to be okay.

His hand gently pets her head, leaning in at a bit of an angle to kiss her gently on the forehead. He's still propped up on one arm, so it's a bit of a stretch, but he needs it. Just to feel her close, to whisper under his breath to her calming words until she properly speaks again.]

Uhh, like... like twelve hours, honestly? Dunno where I spent the rest of that week.

[But like, it hardly matters.]

Shit got, uh... shit got really fuckin' wild back there.