Grif got out of the cancerverse in better shape than some. Some cuts, some bruises, and the kind of bone-deep exhaustion that wipes a person out after they use, say, a speed power for way too long, but he’s alive. Alive, and checking in on friends.

“Hey,” he says. “They unscramble your insides?”

Grif’s visiting-the-injured manner is as incredible as ever.