He takes comfort in her being close and hopes he at least does the same for her. So long as they have one another, they'll weather every goddamn storm Wonderland can throw at them. He's sure of that much, even if right now he feels so very tired and broken. He'll figure out a way to pull it back together- because she's here. He lets out a soft sigh, turning their hands, lacing his fingers between hers.

"Winner of the Shittiest Week Ever Award," he agrees. "Still not as shitty as home, but it's making a damn good run for that one right now."

He leans in, pressing a kiss to her temple. He's already so very sorry that he left her. That he put her in a position where she had to put him down. But he knows not to voice that- it wouldn't do either of them any good. But this little comfort- he can give her, and hopes it's enough.