Sunshine watches him through the light, watching the roiling shadows on his face. Despite it doing horrid things to her Dark Sight, the light helps, and she appreciates it. He thought of that, because he worries.

He yells, also, because he worries. He's not the only one who shows their love in that way.

"So, how have you been?" she asks, patiently, completely ignoring the last few minutes. "When, you know, you're not flooding the smartassery market or looking for fruit in a milkshake?"