"You're such an idiot," he's a broken record, it seems as if all he can do is grind epithets at his fiance for giving up just because Albert is stuck, but there's no conviction there at all, especially not with his arms coming to snake around Jet as best he can, not clinging, not really, but... holding.

He's just so cold, sitting here feeling his life drain out of him by degrees and his legs go numb. That, at least, is a help. No more pain there, just nothing. He's glad he didn't have to look at the damage, all punctured and flatted and looking nothing like human limbs. He's glad Jet didn't have to see either.

He's glad Jet's here, even as much as he hates knowing what it means for him ultimately.

Albert turns his head into Jet's side as the water starts to lap under his arms. It won't be long before it gets too high to breathe over. He's not sure he'll last that long with how the room starts to keen and his thoughts slide from one thing to another. That he does know the feeling of, that feeling of slipping away. He closes his eyes and resolves to fight it for as long as he can. It's hard, but to just let himself slip would be harder on Jet.

He buries his nose against the blond's ribs. Warmth. "That sounds good."