My brother's the sour, brooding type. I've got practice.

[She admits, but it's easy to just melt into his embrace, and listen to him talk, even as the water pours down on them.]

... I'm happy you saved me. I don't... want to think about what else could've happened past... y'know. If no one had managed to get to me. But I'm not going to die, Hubert.

[She reaches up, placing a hand on his wet cheek, letting her thumb rub circles there.]

I'm pretty sure I would've been inconsolable if something happened to you.