Peeta gives Daine's hand a gentle squeeze. He thinks about the low odds of finding quicksand in the park. About how he hasn't seen or heard anything about Lucifer since he arrived, and how Daine seems unlikely to go looking for him, either.

He pointedly does not think about what else the rift might do, or what else New York might hold, or even the possibility (however remote it seems sometimes) of the rift sending them to their separate homes. Just like he always has, he'll take it one day at a time.

He gives Daine a small but genuine smile. "Yeah, we are."

Sarge, sensing that the moment has passed, drops his ball, which rolls into Peeta's foot.