[ The grablenuts have long since worn off, but he can still remember a desire for warmth. Jonas settles down next to him and he envisions it rolling off of him, stealing this moment as one that's simple, secure, and a much-needed reprieve from the energy and chaos of the distant party. Who would've thought they'd end up here, after their chance encounter on that sinking boat that brought them through the Tempest? Is it luck, or something else?

Whatever it is, he finds himself – not for the first time – grateful for Jonas's existence with him. ]

Snacks?

[ The stress on that single word says it all, almost theatrically weary. ]

Maybe music, and like... Cup Noodle, I guess. None of the snacks they gave us down there. [ His own eyes remain open as he stares up at the colorful sky above, a starscape almost rivaling that of Lucis. ]

... you know, even setting aside the food that was drugged or whatever... this was my first time having alcohol. [ CONTEMPLATIVE... ]