Nothing could beat the cool night air. Here in the afterlife, nights seemed longer. So did days, actually— you weren't entirely sure how time worked here, but it was comforting to know that you had all the time you needed. It no longer controlled anything, as far as you knew.

How long had you been here, anyways? How long had you been dead? As mentioned, it was hard to keep track of time... But whatever. You inhaled, feeling the cold air fill your lungs as you gazed out at the dim cityscape. You had to admit, the afterlife was actually pretty—

...Your head snapped up as you heard someone clear their throat behind you. You turned around, finding your roommate, Pipe Bomb, standing a few feet away holding two mugs of tea.

"Hey." He began, his eyes trailing away from yours awkwardly, before inquiring politely:

"Are you... Okay?"

His usual tone still held uncertainty and caution. He wanted to ask more, but he didn't push it, as he'd probably just screw things up anyways.