[He feels like he'll break. If he dares talk about himself. If he dares admit his own feelings right now -- relief, guilt, I'm so glad to see you're okay. That his friend isn't in pieces. That he has all his limbs, all... of him.]

Are...

[He makes an aborted motion. About to reach for the other's shoulder. But stops himself. If this isn't real, does he really want to know? If he's hallucinating, then...]

Are you okay? Do you need -- do you need anything? We can get you planetside. There's others here. Other people.

[Now he's talking like he can't stop. Trying to help, trying to put things right. Trying to talk about anything that isn't guilt and isn't is your leg okay.]