[He watches as the curls slip from his fingers, stroking them down Ryan's neck before lifting them again to do the same.]

There likely will be. I suppose I should simply be thankful that I can be alive again. [He guesses... He was, then he wasn't, and now he was again? What next? His fingers curl in place and pause against Ryan's neck.]

Or glad that we can share in something. It's not so easy to have company with something like that, is it? Now tell me, is my job only "pretty good?" [His smile widens, even as dim as it is compared to before. There's still a warmth there. A playfulness.]