"Yeah." He gives Bash's hand a squeeze, and reiterates, "It's okay."

It's hard to find the right way to put it beyond that. I'm glad it was you sounds kind of fucked up, and he's not glad, exactly, but. If he had to choose, he'd rather a quick death at the hands of somebody trying to save him than something vicious and violent from somebody who doesn't care.

"I know you wouldn't have done it if, um... if there was any other way. And I-- I'm just. I wish you didn't have to." He gives Bash's hand a little tug, encouraging him to lay down on the bed with him, if he wants to cuddle for a while. The sharpies can wait. He knows he's not supposed to say he's sorry, but-- "I wish... I'm sorry this happened. It's not fair that you have to live with... with the memories..."