This was a mistake, he realizes, immediately after pulling Jean in. It’s calmed him down a little, okay good. But now those rumbling voices that have gotten into the whole eating people thing are acting up. There’s a swell of noise in his head, he can’t help but flinch.

HALF LIGHT - (Bite. Bite now. He won’t see it coming.)

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - (Jean is stronger than you, to take him down you’ll need the element of surprise on your side.)

HALF LIGHT - (And your teeth in his trachea. Unless you want to play dirty. Sing him a little song?)

When Jean brushes him away his relief is palpable, composure cracking. Tension falling from his shoulders. He looks away for a moment. He plays with his bolo tie. He knows what this looks like, to Jean. That he went from passably sober one moment to nervous and on something the next. If he wants to think he’s fucked up he’ll let him. The truth is way more fucked up than any drug he could put into his body. He lets the trash comment slide off him.

He turns back, running a hand through his hair, more collected but still frazzled.

“Nah, nowhere in Insulinde. I don’t know where we are. They say this is all there is.”

He shrugs, figures he can get into the warring god shit later.

“People just kind of end up here.”