It took a long moment, and a heavy sigh, but Zack finally lifted his hands to grip Guy's shoulders and raised his head, offering him a ghost of a smile that wasn't quite real, wasn't quite fake, either. It was the smile of a man stuck in the limbo of joy, depression, and simple, grateful relief. The smile of a man who wasn't doing well but knew the only way to go from here was up.

And he'd go up. Somehow, he'd go up.

"Don't be sorry," he murmured, giving Guy's shoulders a squeeze. "Thank you. I'll be okay."