Just that one stupid phrase perks him up, knowing she wouldn't say it even sarcastically if there wasn't some hope. A little tremor goes through him as her fingers catch against his and it's automatic the way he smiles over at her. It's easy to imagine a permanent arrangement like this when they're out here, nothing but slow-paced days and even slower nights, though of course he'd angle for a few more dogs. He's feeling pretty good about his choice as Rocky sniffs through the brush but sticks close to them.

"You glad we did this?" he asks suddenly, feeling for the first time in years (or maybe even his whole life) like he doesn't have to look over his shoulder. This is about as peaceful as it gets.