[It's a smile he's all too familiar with, the tightness in the corners of his mouth, an emptiness that betrays everything he isn't saying.
But in the end... it seems this is what they do, speak in silences and half-smiles, worry for each other and won't apologize for it. He wouldn't, either, for what he did back when the world was covered in snow and ice... and he feared the worst, then, had to be there to make sure Art didn't disappear.
He can't begrudge him for making sure of the same, now.]
Yeah... yeah, there are. [He breathes out, nods. Brushes their hands together, entwining their fingers.] But whatever happens... if- if anything should...
[He pauses, bites on his lower lip before looking at Art, blue eyes almost black in the darkness of the evening, soft and serious at once.] I love you. No matter where I am... that doesn't change. There's one thing you gotta remember, and that's it. I love you, Art. Promise me you'll remember that.