Back home to die, or so I'm told. At the very least it seemed he would find himself in a coma, yet that was apparently preferable to staying with me.

[ Shrugging, his touch slides free of Steve in increments. He glances sidelong, away from the figures heading off toward whichever house they are using for the night. ]

You and I are both dead, both with half a heart. Together we make a whole one, Steve, isn't that a pretty thought?