He sputters and coughs on a laugh, though it likewise has little humor. He's denied everything about having poor taste in friends, any suggestion that Faust isn't a good one. But someone to love? A man from another world who wishes to be alone, hates himself, and was literally burned by his last love, that Teo couldn't touch regardless? Yeah, he'll give in this time that it was a poor choice.

He doesn't want to give space. He wants to stay here and be sure Faust is okay or to soak up every second if he isn't. He wants to go back to being curled up at his side, comfortable, if not at peace.

But, he's not going to kid himself in presuming that Faust is in any way comfortable with this. He just prays, maybe, with whatever space he gives, they really can just pretend it didn't happen. So long as Faust doesn't keep trying to sever what was already there.

He likewise glances at the exo-suit. He'll have to face the scolding of the robots for going out without one. He can't see himself caring much. His mind will be caught on everything here. He breathes slow and nods.

He goes about fixing his gloves and his gaiter, making sure there's neither blood nor blackness on them. The goggles go on and he's glad for Faust's numbing magic over the burns around them. He takes up the exo-suit, heads to the door, and considers walking out without a word, but he hesitates.

Quietly, he says, "Please... don't die."

He steps out.