Anders squeezes back, and laces his fingers between Nathaniel's. He can't think of a thing to say that isn't horrible, or trite, or both. He can't recap what happened, because he doesn't remember anything beyond the first few seconds.

What he says is: "We're both alive. That's something." Not negligible, either. They've both been in scrapes they didn't think they'd survive. "If you'd have left, I'd have gone after you anyhow."