He was yours. He is yours. He was always yours. No matter how much he denied it. After everything that happened, it was by your side that he was now. In your embrace. In the helicopter.

The others were there too, sleeping or just in silence, tired and sad...

Benito was by your side, with his head on your shoulder, seeking comfort in your touch.

He is hurt, sad, with a guilty conscience.

And you were no different.