"This is real." He knows it is, even if the world seems to have slipped sideways for half a second; a quarter beat off tempo until he's able to breathe through it and swallow down that knot with beer. It's real. "I wouldn't be able to think up a place like this."

Not the Legion- a world of super heroes? Hell, every twelve year old thinks of that shit. But this building. This house, this hammock, this moment with Gabe. A warm body under his arm, the very real weight of his head against his ribs- birdsong and beer and the quiet analysis of Delta pinging right on through the same thoughts North's probably having RE in field risk and liability. As distressing as it could be- that too is familiar.

Enough to be grounding. "I've been getting better about coming out of it. Doc thinks I need some kinda therapy animal. I dunno."