It was a good look on him, much like many others. There was a small amount of pride that was bolstered by it. He'd caused that. Even if he hadn't exactly meant to. It was better than the tension.

"I haven't asked her about what she's suffered, but I asked about her world. 2039," he scoffed with a shake of his head as they hit the kitchen, the whole house still smelling of warm apple. "Apparently, the world ended in 2013 and no one invited us. Rude, innit?"