"I won't." He holds onto her, stroking her hair. Feelings. He's not so good at them. But he's learned and that's what's important. "I don't die easily. Or easily permanently..." But she knows that so maybe it's a moot point.

"But come on. Cheer up. I'm here. You're here... And..." he sniffs the air and lies. "I smell chips." He doesn't but he's going to damn well find some.