It was true, he'd rather be here than dead on the other side of the world, but that hadn't meant that he hadn't wanted to be whole for her in a way he hadn't felt he was since he'd woken up after that blast. He just hadn't realized whole would feel so... overflowing. But the touch of her fingers was helping a little, as much as it could, and his eyes slipped shut for a moment as she kissed him, even though he could still feel the trails of tears on her cheeks - but he knew these were good tears, even as one hand shakily reached up to wipe at the damp skin of her cheek with his thumb, thinking she really had done enough crying, but he was glad she was crying now because she was happy.

His eyes finally opened at her questions, and he couldn't help but look a little helpless, and a lot bowled-over. "I... don't know. I guess I should go see a doctor - but right now it's probably out of the question." It was late at night, and a holiday, and going to the emergency room wouldn't do any good. "I still have to walk you home," he remembered, thinking that if she wanted her father to give an opinion on the subject... well, that could happen easily enough. "I'm all right - really. I'm sorry for how I acted - you must have been so embarrassed -" He glanced down at his hands, knowing she maybe hadn't minded as much as he thought she should, but still - "This wasn't how I wanted tonight to go, exactly."