[He can't help it, reaching out at the same time as Art does, placing his hand on top of Art's on his arm, taking a moment to reassure himself this isn't just an elaborate hallucination, that he's truly here, that this isn't the Alps, isn't Zola's table and yet another vision that would fade away into nothing in just a moment.]
... "That can't possibly" sounds 'bout right. [His voice shakes a little but he breathes out, closes his eyes for a second before opening them again -- to the same view, Art still there, looking at him with concern in his eyes.
It's real. He's... really here.]
I don't know. One minute I'm wakin' up, the next I'm here. [He takes a step closer, squeezes Art's hand.] But I'm here. And you're here. That's all I care about, right now.