Louis resolve was already teetering on the edge of collapse. He'd been bearly holding it together by his fingertips. Then Clementine kisses him and tells him that, and he can feel it just crumple inside him. It's been a god-awful couple of days. He wants desperately to be okay- or at least be 'okay' enough to make sure the people that matter to him are supported first.

But he isn't okay. He's possibly the least okay he's ever been- bar once. Worse than when he tore his family apart, worse than when he watched Marlon get a bullet in the head, or Violet stumble out of the shipwreck half-blind, worse than watching Tenn being torn apart by the walkers. The only time that topped it was when he thought Clem was going to die. He doubts anything will top that one. But this? This is the second. Easy.

He lets out a chocked, gurgly noise- a stifled sob, one last-ditch attempt to hold it together.

"Holy shit. I really died."