He has a hard time imagining either of them needing him right now, feeling selfish for the comfort he takes of it. It takes him a few seconds, but he whispers out his reply. "I need you too."

Both of them, he's never needed anything or anyone more, but he just feels like he doesn't deserve it, and the memory of Larek bleeding out won't let him shake it. Two hours ago he stabbed a man, and it was easier before Rey, a fact he realized the moment he thought about his tiny daughter waiting at home. Before he realized he hadn't killed anyone since before she was born. "I killed someone, and she's just - she has no idea. She deserves better than me."