His breathing eventually calmed. He stopped crying, still resting his face against her neck for a few moments more.

Then he pressed a few soft kisses to her neck and drew away, wiping at his eyes.

"Okay, moment over." He sucked in a deep breath. "So, this is me now. Kinda got a Frankenstein thing going. Except all my various parts are not scavenged from anywhere gross and are definitely fully functional."

He reached his hand up to caress her face, his eyes roving up and down her body.

"And we're alive and I'm free and we're both very naked right now. We should probably do something about that."

He survived. Through the pain and the loss and his life rolling wildly out of control. That was just what he did. He survived and he found the good. He always found the good. He'd found it with her even when the world had been ending.