As Chris settles onto the ground beside him, something like relief bubbles in his chest. Okay, maybe it does matter a little. The question gets the start of a laugh out of him, just a dry rush of air blowing from his lips.

"Only on special occasions."

Wilhelm lets silence stretch over them. What is there to say after you've poured it all into screaming and smashing things up? The sky hanging above them is clear, which feels all wrong. It was a beautiful blue day like this when Erik died too. Of course, anything in the Horizon can be shaped by will, but he's too worn out to muster much will right now.

"Do you...try to befriend strangers while they're having a meltdown often?" he finally asks, flicking a look over to Chris.