[He finally lifts his head to look at Ardyn properly, from the ring he'd so kissed on his hand to the weathered exhaustion on his face. Of course he wants to save Ardyn, and maybe saving means letting him go back home and going out however he may.

Not the first person he's lost. Not the last. Sucks all the same.

He reaches up to settle a hand in Ardyn's hair, to nudge his head a little closer and lean his in. It's not exactly bumping helmets, but it's arguably better.]

We need a distraction. I don't...I don't fucking know what. Even if just for a little while. C'mon, we should...maybe we should get out of here. [Because he's tired, too, of feeling all this, and he pulls himself away to get his sorry ass up, offering a hand to Ardyn. To make it easier on his old man joints.]