He tipped his head and kissed her cheek, her jaw, his face burying in the curve of her neck as he held her close. Closer than before, feeling her body cold and pressed against his. He was cold and wet too, so it wasn't as if it made much of a difference.

"I would rather have died with you," he answered without thought or pause, fingers curling tight into the fabric of her clothes. "I don't want to be in a world where you don't exist."