"Oh," he says softly, looking at her finally. "Me too."

He does feel like he's stirring a little, his consciousness starting to seep away from here. He focuses on her as much as he can, trying to commit this moment to memory, feeling a pang of sadness that he won't get to see her again until he sleeps. "Thank you," he murmurs, then lets go of her hand, the world fading out around him, resolving gradually into the dim light of morning as he wakes up in his room.