[It doesn't really occur to him that he might be crowding Soren too much, mostly because he's interested in sharing where they are and what's going on, so the other young man can understand what it is he's seeing. Once that's done, at least, he steps back and sighs, looking around the area.

Soren's confirmation that he would have also told him not to count on them waiting if he's presumed dead. It hurts, leaves him with that sinking feeling of being left behind that he'd had before, and this time he puts his finger on it - as much as he knows better, it felt like not being important enough to wait for. That feeling concerns him enough that it doesn't really register that the people leaving him behind might be hurting as well.]

Yeah. I guess you're right. Either way, it doesn't matter because we did end up making it back in time, as you can tell, since I'm in Aefenglom and not dead in the wastes of Denmark's Silent World. And...

[A pause as he actually considers that question.]

We're a good team. It isn't as if we're super emotional, crying all over each other all the time about our problems, but we took care of each other and had each others' backs.