Schuldig couldn't quite keep back the quick grin - after all, they'd won, or close enough, and he hadn't died. "Turns out I got through that building falling on me after all, so I can't complain." And without any nasty scars like Mello's, too, though he still thought the other looked pretty good with them. "I had planned on going somewhere a little nicer, but..." he shrugged. "There are worse places to be than here."
It was funny, how they slipped right back into the game - assessing each other, waiting for moves, as if it had been no time at all. It hadn't, relatively, for him, but... "How long was I gone?"