He was, indeed, far too thin, intense and whipcord, definitely been burning far too much Sun flame over the years but gods it was good to just have them back. And if there was crying again, well, that was just life sometimes.

Especially recently.

He'd forgotten how to be with people, especially intimately, but he wasn't hesitant. He couldn't be and still live with himself in the morning no...

"...fuck farming. I teach people to set up tanks and leave," he laughed a touch raggedly, finally.