It’s something Snow wouldn’t exactly expect to hear from Bigby — not because a sentiment like that is unwelcome, but because, out of the two of them, she’s usually the person trying to keep him thinking on the bright side. So she blinks, in surprise, but the reaction is very quickly replaced by a small, warm smile.

“We have,” she murmurs, not wanting to dismiss all that they’ve achieved so far — and instinctively, she stretches out a hand to curl fingers around his, even though they’re already sitting side by side.

“Sometimes I think we might be a little more adjusted to knowing how to survive in difficult circumstances.” Not because of what they’ve been through, but where they were before — and that’s not even counting the time he was here without her, which she doesn’t like to think about. Snow’s expression turns more inquisitive then, as she looks up into Bigby’s gaze.

“Something else on your mind?”