Was it rude to laugh hysterically? He thought it was, but he couldn't stop it, clapping a hand to his mouth to try and muffle the sound. Such a silly joke, such a silly call back to their life five years ago, and the laughter came because against everything that had happened it was just that ridiculous.

He stopped when breathing became hard, face flushed and tears tracking down his cheeks. "Sorry, I just... I hadn't thought about the loft in years. And yes, we have a door. Several, even." They needed something for Waver's sanity when Kirk and Iskandar became amorous (which was quite a bit).

"And don't worry. We always have something cooking," he assured him, turning them down through alleyways, those little short cuts learned from years walking the dim paths.