[Contrary to Rean's invasive thoughts, the next expression that shows up on Crow's face isn't anger, or disappointment, or even fear. It's relief. His eyes warm for just a second, like Rean were some oasis in a frozen desert.

Cold fingers grip that jacket, the one Crow himself helped him get for just a moment, soaking in that Rean once again came for him. Just like when his memories had started melding together.]

What are YOU doing here? You should know better than to wander up a mountain by yourself...jeez...

[Despite his chastising words, there's nothing but warmth to them, letting the moment sink in before those thoughts start to eat at the edges of his mind.]

I saw that camp equipment down the mountain and thought there'd be survivors here. That's all.

...

Seriously, though, why DID you come here? Elliot's talked to you, right?

[He knows word gets around Class VII in the span of a millisecond.]