Not too much like me, I hope.

[You know. Unreliable. Untrustworthy. All of that stuff, but again he won't say it, not in the wake of their earlier conversation.]

And that's what matters, isn't it? That you make each other happy. There are plenty of bad places, after all, worse than this maybe, um...

[Though he supposes he doesn't know yet, isn't sure what it will be like, so--]

And if we got here, that means there must be some way back.