"We're out-" Darcy sounds like they can't believe it theirself, "we're- Miti-"

It's so, so, so good to be back in his arms, how solid he feels. He could probably crush the water out of them like a tube of toothpaste if he wanted, but he isn't. Through everything, here they both are, still holding each other up.

"Oh thank God," and for once, they mean it genuinely.