[He breathes out, shuddering and soft, lowering his hands to rest at Art's waist. There's a haunting smile that passes over his expression, wistful and as much understanding of why this would make Art look at him like this, as much as he isn't sure if... well.
If he shouldn't have just died.
If it wouldn't have been better for everyone.]
Yeah. Seems I did. [He doesn't say the rest, but the because of what they gave me, the serum lingers in the air between them.]
... guess neither of us is that easy to kill, in the end. [There's a huff of laughter in the words, a hitch in his breath even as he tries his best to force himself to feel glad for this. He knows well enough what Art would say if he voiced his doubts.]