Ted can imagine what's going through her head. He was going through hell at the time, after all, and so were they. Just a different kind.

If Ted had died at that point, he doubts he would've noticed much. He would've gone on to wherever it is people go, and that would've been that. But they would've had to deal with losing him like that. And Ted knows how hard that is.

He steps closer and transfers a crutch to his other hand, so he can put his hand on her shoulder and lean down and kiss her cheek. "It's a good thing none of us give up that easy," he says softly. Himself included.