His reaction is the opposite of his code named twin. He listens, yes. But a sad, soft smile grows as he ignores the tears in his eyes, rolling down his cheek. He doesn't even know he's let out a content sigh or that his bark of laughter couldn't possibly ever be called that of a healthy man. It doesn't matter. Because it's exactly what he's been needing to hear.
His trembling hands barely manages to bring his cigarette to his lips. His tears feel hot on his cheeks. But he stays still, arms wrapped around his knees as well as they can. It's no longer cold, because he's buzzing. Content. "You're me. I'm you." And he'll get ... better.