No... maybe not. I ain't gonna thank them for doin' that, but... least they woke me up.
[At least he didn't have to sleep for longer... at least he still woke up here, instead of going back home. He doesn't say it, but the fear lingers, suffocating.
He squeezes Art's hand lightly, not even attempting to let go as he starts to walk along the path slowly, pausing only to pick up one of the roses and give it to him.]
It ain't somethin' to eat, but... here. [He'd rather give him chocolate, but this'll have to do.]