It could be worse. You could have vanished without a trace again.

[It hurts to recall, but...he manages a bit of answering levity himself, even buried as it is under a mountain of pained exhaustion. It helps, in a twisted way, that Beckett's death hadn't even fully hit him in the haze of isolation-induced depression at the time. He doubts it will accidentally help him a second time with how things have changed. He's glad he's back, even if he's still worried for him.]

Where have you revived?

[A beat of silence as it dawns on him he doesn't need to ask.]

...Ah- no, Angel asked Eve...you're where we are. I still have enough of the things for the hot meal I promised you to make good on it. Would you meet with us?

We're all going the same way, then. These markings might still pose a problem, but...

[But he can't just sit here anymore. Time is moving on, they are moving on, into unknown territory, owned by the cult, and thus, into unknown danger. People might suffer in the course of progress. Why is he back here and letting it happen? This would normally feed his cycle of despair but the added potential of maybe, just maybe...]

...We've found the way forward. The program Steph sent to Angel, she finished doing what needed to be done and sent it to the people near the church.

[And that's why it's important he share this meal with Beckett. The path ahead can't be pleasant. Let them have this. Let him have this, with all the risks he's determined to take, because Enoch doesn't know how many of those risks he'll be able to provide comfort for after.

Let them have this, before they go back to that place of hellish disease.]

[The sudden clarity and eagerness bring Enoch hope in return. He knows so well that feeling of the burden of doubt being lifted, and how important it is. What an immeasurable relief it is, and he feels it in grateful sympathy.]

If not right this moment, then certainly by the time we arrive. It came from whatever it was Ecks had. It must be the thing we've needed, the one the collective was talking about.

[He's hoping he'll see. He can, will do these things too, if preserving himself to avoid hurting Beckett is less of a concern (or would be a double standard he would be unable to hold himself to at any rate, unable to bear Beckett's own risks while he himself does nothing).

But just to hear he'll be at his side again... He sighs, audibly relieved.]

I'm glad. I at least- at least can make this meal for you. I hate breaking my promises, but most of all to you.

[Bad enough he can't keep his promise to Winter in his state. Bad enough he knows he can't promise Beckett he will stay safe if he is asked to, knowing what lingering and waiting and worrying does to him.]