[ He shouldn't be laugh, he really shouldn't, but there's a lot of things that have happened in the last few minutes that shouldn't have, and it's just so bizarre that he couldn't take it anymore. There's just something so funny about all of this, about how things have unfolded that he can't hold it in, and his laughter gushes forth from him in rolling, full waves.

Wiping at his eyes, he glances up at her. ]

S-s-sorry, it's just...we're here, in this horrible place, that was a living nightmare for me, and we're just...y'know. Bein' dorks.

[ And that's not a bad thing. As his laughter starts to taper off, he reaches for her hand again, squeezing her fingers fondly. ]

...You're probably wonderin' what this place is, huh? Why I was here.

[ Maybe talking about it will help them figure out why they're here now. ]