“That could never be me,” he says with a laugh, “I have to keep something,” for the stretch of months in Solvunn Klaus has been clean from the harder drugs he’d been a fan of before but thus far has refused to give up cigarettes, weed or alcohol. The disruption of his life from dad’s funeral, Number 5’s return, Number 7’s near-Apocalypse, and the things he’s witnessed here so far have shoved him backwards from any true promise of sobriety he may have been on the course of.

He relishes in the softer side of things, perhaps because they’re so few and far between for him.

“Ahhh, I do like the way you think, babydoll,” he grins when she blinks the joint into existence— there are some serious advantages to the Horizon, honestly.