"Well," he started, throwing her a chiding look, "you were. At the time, anyway. The fact that I found someone seems rather a miracle, doesn't it? At my age?" A small smile came over him as he looked over at her. "Then again... I do suppose that the same could be said for your beau." Taking another generous bite of his brownie, his mind inevitably wandered to Adam, trapped in Tinworth. Poor guy. Then again, there was a reason they were doing this, a reason for his having worked to get his hands on cannabis, of all things.
"Proud of your strength," he clarified, pursing his lips as he regarded her somewhat critically. "Though I'm sure he'd feel pride in everything else, too. More than anything else, he was undeniably his own man. You've got that determination in you, too. You're so much more like him than you realize."