[He glances down at his bare chest (he's still only wrapped in a towel; his clothes are in the changing rooms in the sports centre as usual) and flicks an amused look up at Kirk, but doesn't call him on the inaccuracy of his observation. Too much else going on here. It's obvious from the way Kirk is dressed up all protectively and the way he's sought him out like this that today's loss is biting deep.]
I'm trying to be grateful that at least they both disappeared at the same time. At least neither of them have to grieve for each other.