I think the problem is more that I have proper judgement, as compared to you.

[He huffs, at the same time as he squeezes Crow's hand lightly.]

Too far for my aching muscles and your old bones, but we'll make it. [A sigh, as he sorts things out in his head.] ...so. Right now, my plan is to swing by and let Elliot know we're alive. Since I did talk to him before coming after you and all.

[He pauses, a flush creeping into his cheeks that can't just be the cold air.]

...Should we tell him? [He offers another tiny little squeeze, to indicate what he's talking about: them.] And if we do, what do we tell him...?

[Relationships are hard and he is new at this, help.]