[ Yeah, of course she knows. Universal constant. He likes to put these things out there, is all. Right now it feels especially nice to be able to put it out there. Get that minute of wrapping around her. He can know it's objectively awful that they're all here all day long, but it can't stop him from feeling like the ground's a little more solid to know that they are all in the same place again.

The rest puts a crease in his forehead, a faux-offended backwards lean to his neck. ]

If this is happening because you got drugged, I'd like to meet the chemist in charge. They clearly bombed a step and tore a hole in space-time.

[ That's mostly a joke for the sake of joking. Flash in the pan, and he's quick to sober back up. He doesn't have viable answers, not really. He doesn't even have a best guess. He can at least be here while she turns her angles on it. Him and Eliot. It's not the worst possible timing. It's not exactly great, either. ]

I get it, though. I can't think of much about being here that does come across as like, actual stuff that can happen in reality. Which is saying something.

[ They basically bend reality for kicks and cool Robin Hood jobs all the time. ]