[What a picture they make. Matching poses and all. But if there's one person here he doesn't feel as guarded around, it's her. Something in him unwinds a fraction when he hears her.]

[Someone he trusts completely.]

Pidge. Hey.

[And the barest of smiles for her, before turning his head to look again, too.]

... To be honest with you, I'm glad you don't. What I remember isn't something I want to wish on anyone. [And that's part of the problem.] And... I know.

I'm grateful.

[I'm glad you're here echoes somewhere behind the words, held back. Unwilling to make it sound like he's glad she's stuck here, and unable to look for her family.]