"Can we skip the part where you're hysterically angry and get to the part where things are cool between us? Cuz I can't deal with this right now." Thinking about being dead, thinking about how fucking pointless it was- Yeah. He's been avoiding it all this time for a reason and having Wash have a fit over it at him when he'd been fucking trying to give him space is-

Well it's fucking annoying and in that things feel pretty goddamn normal. The only thing missing is North at his shoulder rolling his eyes and dryly reminding him not to be a dick and suddenly the questions he wants to ask are right there on the back of his tongue-

But he doesn't want to know. He doesn't. Last he'd heard the twins were fine. Holed up somewhere safe, keeping their heads down. He doesn't need to hear if they made it or not. Without confirmation he can just assume they're fine. That they made it.