[An admirable display of restraint, for sure. He rocks back on his heels a little in response to Richie's manly shoulder-punching. Hesitates a beat before answering—they very deliberately haven't wanted or tried to assert any unearned authority or parental presence on any of their younger housemates. (Nothing either side of the equation is particularly interested in, he's pretty sure.) But it's hard not to be very aware that they are still kids, when things get bad.]
They're tough kids. [And, after a beat of his own—] ...Red, too.
[Tough kid. Seen worse, with less help for her to lean on. Honestly—]
Just glad everyone made the evac.
[It'd been pretty dicey planetside for a bit. He hates to think how things might have panned out if they hadn't had somewhere to run. He catches himself for a correction, though. Kind of wry, kind of regretful.]
Or...almost everyone.
[Fridged orbs aside...Luna got left behind in the timestop, like most of the refugee pet contingent. Not much to do about it, but, y'know. Can't help but feel bad about it. She definitely earned better than that.]
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They're tough kids. [And, after a beat of his own—] ...Red, too.
[Tough kid. Seen worse, with less help for her to lean on. Honestly—]
Just glad everyone made the evac.
[It'd been pretty dicey planetside for a bit. He hates to think how things might have panned out if they hadn't had somewhere to run. He catches himself for a correction, though. Kind of wry, kind of regretful.]
Or...almost everyone.
[Fridged orbs aside...Luna got left behind in the timestop, like most of the refugee pet contingent. Not much to do about it, but, y'know. Can't help but feel bad about it. She definitely earned better than that.]