Right now, he wasn't really very concerned about himself committing suicide. Even at his worst, he knew he didn't want to die. He was sure eventually things would get better, and he hoped that was the truth and they both made it long enough to see when it happened. He wasn't sure what it would be like when there were more of them, though.
"We'll see how we feel then," he agreed, sliding a hand into her hair before moving it back down her back. Closing his eyes, he didn't feel like sleeping, but he was content to just lay with her and hope the damn dementors stayed away from their window long enough to give them some peace.