Even if he did, he would never let it show in his voice. Really, the two of them are far too alike for their own good; not being able to stop and process their emotions is just one more toxic family trait, one that transcends blood or bonds forged through fire. But if now isn't the time, after everything they've been through, then will it ever be?

"Of course." He scrubs the tips of his fingers across the short fuzz on her scalp, remembering when she'd decided to shave it. He can only hope that Izzy is content, wherever he or the other ghosts might've gone. Even if it's the contentment of oblivion.

"I've got you, Darcy."