[He meets her eyes without hesitation, because he needs to. Everything was so suddenly weighing down on him, and he needs that moment, he needs her touch and her reassurance. It keeps him focused. It keeps him grounded, and thinking in one unilateral line than in six different directions at once.

He meets her not-quite-smile with one of his own. They'd figure this out, because they'd have to. The alternative--he won't even think about. Because it won't happen. He's already made that decision.]

I suppose I could start things off right by pulling off another impossible feat, then. [He taps the arc reactor.] I'm not about to let this go to waste.

[And a deep breath.] We'll be okay.