"I would hope so," he says with a snort. "Both that I am and that you would expect that of me." At this point he damn well better be. Yet there's a hint of a smile on his face as he strokes his hand over her back.

He nods at that, glad to hear that from her. "How okay is okay? Can you tell?" Because he can't help but to wonder if she's coming back to them like she had been, or if they would have to adjusted to something new with her. They could, and they would, but he couldn't help but worry. For all of their sake.

Kissing her back, slow and deep, wanting to show to her how much he loves her and is as glad as she is that he's there. "Me too. It's going to be okay." It has to be okay.

Shifting to lift his head, looking at Ben. "You guys are good but entirely bringing me back from the dead is beyond even the best I know."