His heart soars for a moment at the thought that Connie might be alive, only to be brought down a second later with a resounding thump of impact. His hands clench at his sides for a moment until York bumps him and then he can breathe again, even though he feels hollowed out. So pretty much back to normal then.

"I'd rather be both." He doesn't feel lucky. "Sure thing, mom. Do I get ice-cream?"