"It doesn't feel like enough," he laughed, but there was no mirth in it. Danny lifted his face and stared at her, intently, as he continued. "Colleen, look, I know we don't really talk about it, and I don't know how it affects you," he began, uncertain. There was a burning in his eyes but he pretended he didn't notice, dropped his gaze again. "But with the mind thing between us, all the memories and feelings and stuff we shared. When you died- when you were dead- it hit me that you're still there, in my mind. That you're actually part of me now," he said, voice thick with the weight of what he was trying to explain. "And I realized that if you were gone, and I was left still carrying you in my head, I don't know how I'd-" Danny smiled at her, and shook his head. "I need you, is what I think I'm trying to say, so thanks for not dying."