"Call it a gift." he shrugs, digging into his soup. It's easier not to look at him when he says this- to admit how fucking relieved he is that even after everything he's not the only one still alive. The burden of surviving isn't his alone to bear. "Until two hours ago i thought you were dead. I thought I was alone."

Not that the planet wasn't inhabited but- that he was the last one. That no one else knew or remembered or could even understand what they'd been torn through. "Also I've missed a couple of your birthdays. Christmasses. Etc."