[He gives Niko a smile as he approaches, one of those rare ones where he actually looks content for a moment. And then he's pulled tightly against Niko, and his beret is kissed, and his smile turns to surprise.

He's not a big fan of being touched by people. He's prone to flinching away from physical contact. He likes his space. He already forgives Niko for this hug, though. In fact, he holds onto him too, his hands bunching in his clothes. It hits him now that he really could have lost Niko for good. He could have been hauling his corpse out of this place. He's alive though, and that's all that matters right now. He thought he'd lost his friend. He thought he'd never see one of those mean smiles ever again.]

You're okay.

[It's said quietly, but he sounds relieved. Happy, even.]