[He does laugh, genuinely even, at Prussia joke, and he doesn't mind the tight squeezing. He welcomes it, actually. Being held like he matters is all he can really ask for on the night before his death... Other than this incredible deus ex machina that he doesn't even know how to begin to express his thanks for.

He still might die, yeah. But maybe not. Maybe not. There's hope, and he's damned good at clinging to hope.]

I do believe in you. Of course I do. And if it makes us targets... Well, we'll deal with that when we have to. If we have to. Who knows, maybe this week's shake-up will distract everyone, or something...