Locus huffs, his nostrils flaring slightly, before he surrenders the fight and reaches up to swipe at his face with the blanket, which is still providing a comfortable weight around his shoulders. Luna, dead to the world, sleeps on, her little fuzzy belly rising and falling with her almost inaudible kitty snores.

"You started it."

This, too, has tinges of the familiar. However they portrayed his past, it hadn't all been bad. Some of it? Had been exactly what he thought he needed.