[ Ganymede is quiet the rest of the way there. Perhaps also thankful that there aren't too many familiar faces to run into.

But, by the time they manage to step into Fine Wine, it is clear that, fortunately, the home area is empty. What luck! ]

...It looks like it's just us, Michel.

[ Which is why he uses his real name here, and he's looking up at him, expression looking a little tired. His other hand then reaches to rest against the other's hand; more touch like this grounds him, even when his other is already gripping Michel's. ]

Seeing what I had today, I never knew that happened to you...or that we might have gone through similar things.

[ He means them being trapped against their will. Though, as he speaks, it doesn't feel like he's centered; far too off-balance still. ]