He loosens his grip as Joseph steps back, hands sliding along his shoulders, claps him once on the upper arm when Joseph jabs him while he's down, and finally retrieves his hands back to himself. Still right up in his partner's personal space, however.

"This is you starting to think? Shit, Joseph." It's only fair he take the opportunity to tease, and he would even if it wasn't. It's the most normal he's felt in a long time, and he doesn't trust it. And that's when the crucial part of what Joseph's saying clicks. And the depth of his expression.

"Two months?" He's starting to think, too. "It hasn't been that long, since..." since some absolute bullshit went down. Since he woke up alone in a bathtub much too sober to be waking up in a bathtub.