A hiss escaped him as the wet seaweed plastered itself to his side, already streaked pink. One hand flew to guard it against...what? Attack? Tucker's hand? He'd already proven he was more interested in seeing him alive than not.

A numb sort of shock was settling in, as his eyes once again raked over Tucker. "This isn't happening..." he muttered, more to himself than to Tucker. "This can't be happening. This isn't real."

Usually, that reassurance did something. After a time.