He can't even explain the deep certainty that someone must have been left behind, beyond the knowledge that he always messes things up, and that can't be the sole exception to the rule. But because he doesn't remember it, he can't give any reasoning to her, or really do anything but hope that she's right.

He sniffs, then ducks his head a little so that his face is mostly hidden between hair and pillow, but he doesn't let go of her arm, either, or shake off the grip she still has one his other one. The shivering isn't entirely subsided, but it's not constant, either, little waves going through him.

"Okay," is what comes out. He might need a minute before he can bring himself to ask anything else.