I'm not going to leave you, Kris. We're going to find some weapons and a quiet spot, and we're going to wait this out. [He finds his fingers tangling in Kristopher's hair, quite without realising it, and he sighs heavily as he tugs them away—he wants his hands free as much as possible. He knows they need to move, need to do as he's said and get themselves set up while everyone else is still fumbling through the beginning of this... fucking game, but he finds himself unwilling to push away from the tree and start. Softer, he says again.] I'll get us through this, Kris. Just listen to me, and I'll get us through.