He placed a hand over Quentin's hand and squeezed it. "I'm fine, Q. Well, I was fine until I fucking ran just now. It just aches now." The healers did a good job patching him up physically, mentally was another matter that he was still dealing with. But, now with Q alive and in his arms he might be alright after all.
"You, you fucking idiot, need to stop being so nobel and self sacrificing," He said caressing the sides of Quentines face now. "People need you... I need you to be here."