[Jin debates on pressing him further. The realism's refreshing-- but all too sobering a welcome back after everything. It doesn't matter how close they'd gotten, if they'd made it out; there was no use dwelling on how close they'd come. But Fugo's right. And he's exhausted. For once in his life, he'd rather actually take a break instead of pick a fight.]
no subject
Yeah.
[He'd rather not right now.]
You take it easy too, Fugo.