On mornings like this, it really hits Nine that they're alive.
Logically he can tell he's still breathing. It doesn't surprise him to see his chest rise and fall like always. Still the future had always been an elusive ghost to him, something for other people to grapple with. Now that he found himself face to face with tomorrow as a certain reality, he was left throwing his hands up in air in disbelief most of the time.
Not that it was annoyance. It was never an annoyance to live for once in his life. Just very unusual and unfamiliar. A creature of habit like him could find a reason to protest the best of changes due to the simple fear of the unknown that came with it.
It was these strange circumstances all crashing together like a beautiful chaotic mess that made him creep into Twelve and Lisa's room in the early morning. He owns more than he likes to her. She deserves more than two mistakes who play with bombs, but at this point she's already made her choice. There's no going back.
So he does the least he can do and leans down and presses his lips to the top of her hand and whispers a quiet thank you.
With that he stands back up, ready to leave without another word, but an unexpected voice stops him.
"Wow, what's this? Actually showing emotions for once?"
It takes all his willpower to keep a neutral expression as he turns around and sees the figure he thought was Lisa shooting an all too familiar grin.
"Shut up," He has no other words than those.
"Oh come on you know you love me," Twelve laughs, boyish and bright now that she's in their lives.
"Whatever," In the end, he's too tired to lie about these things anymore.