He was glad she didn't, he didn't want to answer right now. He didn't want to explain the memories flooding his brain or anything that had happened on the planet. He would, later. When he could string the words together without sobbing, when he could explain rationally what had happened. But for now, he just wanted to hold her. To touch her and make certain she was real, that she wasn't going anywhere. That she was awake.

"I'm home. I'm back." His voice cracked a little, somewhere between exhaustion and relief. "Amy...." He leaned, resting his head against her shoulder. "I'm back. I missed you so much." He'd left only a week ago, barely that. But now he remembered waiting. Remembered guarding. He tightened his arms around her, ignoring his injuries. Needing to touch her more than he needed anything else.