[He's too tired to put up all the fronts he usually has, curling himself into her in every aspect, hands around hands and heads tucked close. He shakes a bit with laughter as she jokes, but doesn't really respond until she really talks to him, promises he desperately wants to be kept. But for once, the thing knocking around his head isn't that. Isn't the trauma, or the rehashing of pain, but something maybe more personal. Something he's never had to discuss.

Lup looks down at him, and he looks up at her, face still kind of blank.]

... Ugh, no, not really.

[He doesn't let go of her hands, but he does shift a bit so he can look at her point blank, even if his eyes look away and back as he speaks.]

So, I was kinda, kinda messed up right? And wouldn't you know, it, uh, it wasn't Barry who got me to stop, it was, uh... Krav? Kind of?

[His shoulders peek upward, neck pushing down like he's trying to crawl into his own torso.]

He just looked... like, like I threatened him at staffpoint and he just smiled. He was just happy to see me. Thought I was gone. He... he's the one who got me to stop. Brought me back to his place. I think I crashed for like fourteen fuckin' hours.

[Lup can probably feel, pressed so close, that his pulse is picking up. Could be fear. Could be something else. He tilts his head back to look at where his braided hair falls over his waist.]

He redid my hair while I was asleep. I fuckin'... threatened his life and he smiled.