The flop turns out to be a good thing. He can feel the way Law's chest moves, how his breathing comes with a snicker more than anything else, and so when he sits up he's already smiling. Law dives for him again and the smile becomes a grin as Rosinante wraps his arms around him and holds on tight. A lot of the awkwardness he's felt over this unexpected arrival begins to dissolve, finally. There will still be some adjusting, sure, but this bond they have is unbreakable.

(Somewhere, his cigarette lies knocked aside and forgotten, but thankfully things in Beacon don't erupt into flame.)

"I'm just so happy you're here!" he exclaims. Forget that they're dead, forget everything else. It's time to move forward, and they get to do that together.