It's his silence that leaves the bad taste in her mouth, and she finally believes every single word he's told her. Because she'd only been there for a few hours, but he had already been here--for however long, but long enough to face death, to experience that true sense of losing hope that she could see clearly on his face when he had sat there, slowly losing his life.

No matter how upset she was at the current circumstances, she couldn't possibly understand what he had gone through. If seeing it play over the course of a few seconds on some screen had affected her as much as it did, there was no telling what living, or dying, through it must have been like.

She can't comfort him with words, though not much of anything could make it better. But even so she pulls in to lightly graze his chin, to lift his face back up, to catch sight of the light in his green eyes, the ones that often renewed her hope whenever all seemed lost, hoping to reflect them back at him through her own.

She follows it with a light chaste kiss to his lips, simply as a minor celebration that he was alive now, that he hadn't been permanently taken away. And that somehow they'd figure all of this out together.