[He takes in the information without a word, gently squeezing her hand when she falters and at the end of it he meets her eyes. Swallows, remains quiet for a moment because there's a lot to take in.
Statistically... no, he can't tell what the chances are of someone showing up again. Too little info to go on, and perhaps there's no real pattern to find even if he did look into it. Brows furrowed in thought he drops his gaze to their hands, shifts a little to braid their fingers together. Bites into his bottom lip - the risk is practically zero, in their current situation, but you never know. Can't rely on numbers here so the only thing left to do is assume that it will happen, accept that as reality and work out what to do when - if - that time comes.
Can he really justify the decision to spend nearly a decade risking his own life for other people's happiness, and then not do the same for his own? When it was that very job that up until just recently kept him from ever having a personal life?
He looks up after a moment, meeting her eyes head on. His voice is steady, his mind made up.]