[ At that reminder, he reaches up to catch her hand against his cheek, holding i against his skin for a moment before reaching for her and tugging her closer again. ]

Come here. [ Easier to reassure himself that he's here and safe, that she's here and alive, if her can wrap his arms around her and hold her close. ] Talking about it's never really helped before, but if there's something you want to know, ask. [ A wry chuckle, as he rests his cheek atop her head, soaking up the warmth of her against him. ] Trust me, you can't make it any worse.

[ Besides. He wouldn't even know where to start. Everything is a jumbled mess in his head right now, all tangled together. If he just started talking, he'd just work himself in circles and get nowhere. ]