—he giggles.

"Taking that as a no."

"As such, I and my unregulated sympathetic feelings will damn well feel sympathetic for anyone I please," she sniffs. "Sorry."

"Well. Thanks."

"You're welcome."

"So. I have no idea what the world looks like out there, but last I saw it, it was a complete fucking mess."

"Right. Okay. So staying in here is probably highly recommended - you mentioned a timeslip, is it still active? I suppose you wouldn't know, would you."

"I would not."

"Do you suppose it'd be safe to go outside and check? Toss something that'll decay quickly over the border, see if it wastes away before our eyes? Because that's important to know."

"Not sure."

"What dangers would we be likely to face if it's not safe?"

"Nothing you want to meet."

Wince.

"All right," she says, tone turning more gentle. "Well, we don't need to figure it out now. But I would like to know eventually."

Sigh. "Yeah."

She does not offer to hug him, but she does visibly look like she's not saying something. Again.

"Mm?"

"Would you, um. Like a hug?"

"Yeah maybe."

She stands, joins him by the window, and gently embraces him.

Ivethis doesn't particularly want to look out at her ruined city, so she just rests her head against him and pretends her entire life hasn't been ripped away from her.

He shudders slightly, wrapping his arms around her. Her hair smells nice. He really doesn't want to cry on her but he's not sure he can stop himself.

She should probably enforce some kind of maximum hug time or something, but honestly, right now she just wants to be held and his arms feel very nice around her. So she just - stays.

It's a possibility that she might cry too, actually. Emotions are hard.

Feelings: why.

Ivethis concurs. Feelings: why.

How about they just cry on each other, that sounds pretty good.

It sounds kind of terrible actually, but, at this point, admittedly better than not doing that. Crying on each other it is.