[There's a smile on her face, stretching so wide it almost pains her. Inside of her chest her heart beats almost mockingly hard, with relief and stress of course.
She stretches out and grasps his hand, starting to pull him up onto the wet roof. His hand is colder than hers and she wraps her other hand around his wrist so his hand won't slip out of hers. The poor bastard must be exhausted.]
I am so happy to see your face, don't make me bloody your nose when you're so pretty for once.