At the finish line. Right, of course, he can do that. He nods, though he realises it's impossible to see-- not just because she's blind, but because of all the jostling what's up and going on already.

There's a split second where all he wants to grip her hand, but he's still holding on to her legs. Not yet.

It's just that last short distance, and although she's in pain, he finds himself near to smiling with what hope he's got. They're there. They did it. He crouches down low, carefully releasing her legs so that she may stand on her own. They're just a step from the finish line.

"WE DID IT. You motherfucking did it," He says, one last time. He looks at her, so proud.

He goes to follow.