After everything, all the good people they've lost-- their whole damn lives, lost-- it'd be too much if anything happened. He'd been grateful enough after finding out Maggie was all right to forget everything else for a little while. Enough to greet her and grieve and rejoice without being overcome by the weight of guilt, and by the time it caught up with him they'd both been able to be too busy to talk about it.

"Me, neither." The admission comes out sounding less cavalier than he means, which leaves him feeling uncomfortably vulnerable. Not that he's not used to that, these days.

"Someone let me out." That's a little less fraught, if only because it carries a warning. Someone let him go, which means there's always the slim chance that he's not free after all.