... yeah. [It isn't, and he knows you know. If anyone would... well. That's Art. That's why it's easy, to speak to him of this, something he hasn't even considered telling anyone else -- the knowledge that he'll understand. Maybe it's fucked up in its own way, both of them having to go through the same thing, realizing the potential they have, thinking themselves dead, finding out it might not be that simple.
But, in the end...
His smile blooms slowly, his hand covering Art's at the side of his face, and he breathes out, wondering--]
We're alive. Ain't that the wonder?
[He leans closer, their foreheads brushing together.] Alive, and here. All I'd ask for, you know. [Whatever waits for him at home, at the bottom of that ravine-- he doesn't care, as long as they have this. For however long they both stay... he won't allow himself to dwell on the bad. They're here, and alive. Art is here and alive. That is what matters.]