"You survived a Dementor's kiss?" How did he even respond to that? Their souls communicated? That was insane. He wasn't even sure how he felt or what he understood, it was all a lot. He was alive and confused but he couldn't say he missed being dead. He looked at Barty and he had a horrible feeling that his life had been... well, exactly the kind of life that would end with a Dementor's kiss.

Reaching out, his hand was shaky and trembling but he couldn't help that. He gently stroked Barty's cheek, feeling his stubble with almost boyish curiosity. He was such a man now, it was fascinating to see.

"I'm here now, aren't I?" And he didn't fancy going anywhere else.