Relief floods him –– relief he didn't know he needed, and a fear he didn't realize he was bracing himself for. It has him drawing a sharp breath.

It's been so fucking lonely.

"If you're alright with it," he says, anyway, already imagining laying on the floor for hours with Torgal. Going for a run. Hunting. Anything, just to have company. "Thank you, Jill. I really appreciate it."