[Husk rests his head back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling for a moment. Their ordinary, boring ceiling. Not the metal of a spaceship. Just a house. Their house. He feels Lapis take his hand, looking down at it absently. He gives her hand a squeeze once. Solid. Real.

But Alastor had felt pretty fucking real, too.

He closes his eyes, but immediately regrets that- because that blots out the house and the kids and everything that's actually true. He opens them again, ear flicking as Jinwoo touches it and moves to sit on the other side. So here he is, sitting between the kids, like a pathetic old man who's losing his fucking mind. He hates this.]

...Yeah. Right. Safe.

[He scoffs lightly at the palid comment. ]

I always look like that, 'm a tuxedo.

[Husk making a cat joke probably isn't a great sign. He honestly does just want to have a drink, it's been days and the detox is hitting him hard. He's desperate for that harsh burn down his throat where he can forget he exists for a while. But he knows better than to fight this one. He's in no fit state to get up and go looking for booze himself, so for now he's going to have to play nice - watching those screens of Jinwoo's move, eyes unfocused.]

I'll eat literally anything that's not freeze-dried astronaut shit.