I'm good. In case you haven't noticed I don't do well in the cold. [ Bored and absolutely frozen to pieces every time he decides to venture outside. He's grown a little spoiled in his time as a normie - creature comforts like staying warm have become a need instead of a nice novelty.

So other than my failures, here they are, sitting down to bust in to whatever mystery meat Jim has brought along, though..

Duo's failing attempts at seeming in a good mood seem to fall away as he snorts at Jim's 'wellness check', the look in his eye hardening a little before going back to a careful calm. ]

I'm not gonna do anything stupid in some alien cosmos, if that's what you're thinking.

[ Pause to word the problems in to something extremely lesser than they were and a careless shrug - ]

I just don't like the cold.

[ It's totally not PTSD (for multiple incidents) settling in a little too heavy on his shoulders, Jim. Nope. ]