Claire had absolutely no idea what he was talking about, as she wasn't the one who had been assumed dead with no way to verify it. Sure, the world thought she'd died five years ago, but he knew better than that, as he knew she couldn't die and he'd found her to see it for himself. She hadn't been granted the same verification, even if she had refused to believe it was anything more than he'd at last found someplace to hide that no one could find him.
But it didn't matter right now, as he was there to cling to at long last and he wasn't saying the wrong name anymore. Five years ago, she'd cried on him and that was repeating itself as she gripped him harder than another could tolerate, but she knew he could because she could tolerate it too. This time, however, there was babbling, things about cities inside kitchens and people from the news knowing her name and serial killers talking to her. There was also, however, a frequent repetitions of broken 'lost you too', 'missed you' and even a choked out 'love you' that didn't need much translation, given how fiercely she had locked on him without relenting.
There were five years worth of things to say and none of it was coming out making much sense at all.