Jolt caught her hand instead, casting the glass aside, and pulled her into an embrace, burying his face in her hair. He wasn't sure why- maybe for his own peace of mind. She was here, real and solid, and she wasn't going anywhere.

"No," he said, voice muffled. "Not "someone". Not anyone. You. I don't ever want to lose you." Maybe he was rambling, but he didn't care- he was too tired and feverish and shaken to care.