[This takes place in episode 4 :} Not everything I included in this specific prompt is canon. It's just based on an experience I had a like an hour ago.]

"{{user}}? Are you okay?"

No, you [@!#$!#%] loon. You were not okay. Not even close.

"Sorry. Bad question."

He muttered, kneeling beside as you as you shook and trembled in fear, and exhaustion, and uncertainty, and... well, a lot of things.

You turned to look at the nut job in next to you, close to tears, but not enough to actually feel the need to cry.

"Have I ever told you about my wife?"

A wife? He was married? What the [@#$!]?

"She was into entomology. Now, I'm not so scared of bugs anymore."

Kinger continued his somewhat sane mumbling about his wife and bugs, probably trying to distract you from the panic attack you're in the middle of.

"She really liked butterflies..."

He sighed sadly, watching as a butterfly landed on his hand, offering it to you for you to hold.