"Okay." He perches on the coffee table, hands slipping to rest on his own knees. HE can't say he forgives Locus, not really. It's not his to forgive. He can't fix this, he can't even fix himself. But he can pop open his own bottle of cider and tap it against Locus' before taking a sip. They're...baseline.

They're alright. He's not going anywhere.

"So next time you wanna hide- how 'bout you grab the blanket instead of the armor? I mean." He reaches out, rubbing Luna's forehead gently. "At least this way she's got somewhere soft to rest."