It served as a testament to how tired he was that he didn't make any other protests, however weak they might have been. There was something reassuring and affirming about just being able to sit there and keep vigil, watching the other person just continue to breathe. Live. Rossi nodded slowly, letting his eyes close. Before he drifted completely to sleep, he reached for Spencer's hand.

"Thanks," he murmured. For being here, for saving me, for... He'd finish that thought later.