David laughed a little when Elliot said, in the way that only Elliot could, that logic wasn't allowed to interfere in this. He followed Eli's lead and wiped his eyes, but the uncomfortable pressure sensation of just having cried didn't go away. That was David's least favorite part about crying. His eyes always itched for hours afterward and he didn't even have the luxury of daily showers to take away the sting quickly anymore. But he didn't care. He was just… so glad to have his brother back.
"Logic never stood a chance," he mused, giving his brother a small grin. "You and that sledgehammer totally beat it into submission before it could even get out of the gate." David had never been a fan of logic, anyway. Logic totally took away anything about the way he saw life, so why would he want to subscribe to it? Obviously, some parts of logic were necessary. Like, logically, you David couldn't take off and fly whenever he wanted to, or logically, it was a bad idea to walk up to a zombie and wave a bleeding limb in front of its face. But there was no logic to what a human could and couldn't survive. David himself was living proof of that.
At first, David just laughed softly at Eli's compliment, mostly because he expected no less from his older brother. Yeah, Elliot teased him a lot but he'd also always had a way of making Elliot feel better when it felt like the world was making him its punch line. "I wouldn't go so far as to say stronger. Maybe as strong on my best days…" he smirked.
Elliot's attention went over his shoulder and David's followed, glancing over in the direction his brother looked. Normally, he wouldn't have known what his brother was looking at, because there were way too many people in the safehouse to be sure, but he could tell. There was a girl, with pink hair, who was soaking wet and had a happy look on her face, even though there were tears streaming down her cheeks. He recognized her, vaguely anyway, and he was about to ask.
But then Elliot answered his question.
He'd been expecting that answer. He really had. But that didn't mean that it was any easier to hear. The tears that he'd just wiped away sprang back up to his eyes and he turned his head to the floor. "Oh…" was all he said at first. "Oh, I…" he closed his eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I… I left you alone. I shouldn't have… I…" he should have never left. Should have just… stayed with his family.