[Barrett doesn't pull that weakening grip away. His fingers just find the gaps, strengthening his own hold. Touch against touch.]

...I know. I remember.

I missed you, too. I wondered a lot, if... I'd have to see you die again. [A wound reopened, fresh and raw... but not the point of this conversation.] But I think I got so scared, and so guilty... I said I wanted to protect you but I just kept leaving you behind.

[Thinking he was providing safety and security, when all he was causing was distress and anger, tearing trust apart. Well intentions did not matter when they tore apart in their wake.

One of his hands carefully reaches out to Morgan's face, wincing slightly at how he has to twist his body. His leg is back in a cast that hadn't been there before, immobile with pain that shoots immediately. But he lets it pass.]

I won't ask you to forgive me, Morgan. You deserve to be angry.

I just want you to know I'm here. You're here. And I'll say it as much as I have to.

I'm so, so happy that you're alive with me.