[He can't help it, his arm going around Art's shoulders as he drops his head on his shoulder, leaning down to press another kiss to his hair, this time, staying close and simply breathing for a moment. Maybe reminding himself that you're here, you're alright, now.
... they should keep moving, Art is right, and yet, the thought of moving away from here (no, not the moving, but letting go) is something that makes his arm tighten around Art's shoulders, perhaps involuntarily, a silent protest to what he knows to be right.]
Yeah... we should. [He sighs, too.] Not sure where it's safe, like this, but... I ain't leavin' you alone. If more of those come at us, let me handle it - please. [That alone should tell how serious he is about this, even while not outright saying his reason for concern.]