Grif's about to make some kind of remark about how he's never played fair, but then Rich takes his hands. This is fun and it would be so easy to continue, to make more jokes, to just make out with him, but they needed to talk about this eventually.

"I'll be okay. We've been in way too many messes to not be good at getting out of them by now." He almost feels sure of it, much more than he ever did in the past. Grif's worried about how it's going to go, but he feels powerful, too. He can do things, and he trusts his friends (Wash and Tucker and Carolina in particular).

Still, he's taking the concern for what it is. It's care. It's love.

"...You too, okay? I know you. If you need anybody to haul you away from cosmic jackasses with space surfboards again, call me."