[The clinging on his shirt should be reciprocation enough, and Rean certainly feels his heart skip a beat or several when it happens. But even so, Rean can't help but be terrified for Elliot's response as well, especially when he leads off with "I'm not sure that's a good idea..."

But then, oh, he's just talking about continuing on. That's fair enough, Rean supposes. He wants to keep pressing on, because of course he does; he can't help but want to put his all into something like this, but as much as it pains him to admit it, Elliot's got a point.]

...All right. [He sighs the words, half with relief and half with resignation as to the fate of this mission.] That's fair enough.

[He pulls back a little to offer Elliot a nervous smile, his own eyes a little glassy.]

I'd be even worse off for words if anything were to happen to either of us, anyway.

[He hesitates for a second, as if wanting to say something, before just leaning his head down to press his forehead against Elliot's, giving another sigh as his eyes slip closed, letting out some of his nervous energy. Some, but hardly all.

After a couple of seconds, he pulls back, finally releasing Elliot.]

...Okay. Let's be sure to keep our eyes out on the way back. There might still be trouble.

["Our," because neither of them are going to be in the state of mind required for just one of them to keep watch.]