The artist stares for a long moment as it all sinks in - the memories resurfacing from the haze. It rings true. There's more to the story, but...it rings true.

He glances around a moment before looking back to the man in front of him.

"... We're out?"

Then, suddenly, he shouts in excitement, yanking his hand away from Darling's grip in favor of throwing his arms around that (swole) neck and shoulders.

"We're OUT! DARLING! WE DID IT!"