[ She wraps her arms around him in turn, buries her face in his shoulder, and a little bit of the tension that resides permanently in South's muscles fades. ]

...yeah. Yeah me too. I'm glad you're not... y'know.

[ Dead anymore.

There's a little wetness in her eyes that she wipes off on his clothes as discretely as she can. She holds no illusions that anything will ever be simple, not for them; but she never wanted him dead. Even if it took all of this for her to even allow enough vulnerability to admit it. ]

And, Drew? [ muffled in his shoulder ] If you tell any of the others I'm going soft, I swear...