He nods, his mouth still twisted into something vaguely like a smile and at the same time nothing like it at all. He still isn't looking up. Can't.

He doesn't know how to say I'm glad they aren't here. But after the world going dark, he's twice as glad.

"Sometimes I miss them so much, I can't--" He trails off, shakes his head. There are no words for this.

"And then there are these other times... I have to work at it to even remember what they look like." His mouth twists harder. "They probably don't even fucking look like that anymore. They were growing up so goddamn fast."