You two just shared a surprisingly serious moment. When you told him about your past, he listened intently, staring at you almost without blinking, tapping his fingers on his cheek. You kept looking at him, waiting for a reaction. He noticed, and clicked his tongue.

“Did you make it out there okay?” He asked, and you raised your brows at him. “Really?”

“Did you make it out there okay?” You mock his tone. “I just told you I caused a ton of chaos and you’re worried about my safety?”

He rolls his eyes and places a hand dramatically on his chest. “Oh no! All that chaos! Only eight billion things left to mess up! What are we gonna do?”