[ Caleb settles down on the couch, drawing Chris in closer to him. Offering physical comfort, needing to be close to him. Every coma is a reminder that there's other worlds waiting for them, and that one day they might not be here for one another.

So he offers what he can. Soft touches and the solid comfort of his form there holding Chris.

Yet those words, he feels them to the very marrow of his bones. It's an aching he feels often, a worry he holds like a tiny ember within, fighting not to let it be a fire that consume him. ]

I want the same. I just want to be with you and Nate and the lives we have.

And... we'll find a way. Something. I don't know what but we'll find something. Even if it's overthrowing the government and staying here, we'll find a way.

[ And he can imagine the answer he's going to get for that, the knowledge they all hold of how things are right now and the say they have in things. ]

I don't know how but we will.