--yeah, I guess that fear's especially logical right now. [Logical most times, though. Still, Junpei's taking long enough with the butter that Gregor turns to face him, half-leaning on the counter with his claw precariously close to the heated pan. Anyone with any cooking skill might turn it off, but no. Not this guy.]

You got the luxury to turn down comfort?

[wait. Hold up, that's. That sounds a little more biting than he meant, fuck.] --that came out wrong, heh. More like...I'm starting to realise that maybe I'm the weird one out of everyone here. I'd like to get home, sure, but...Comfortable's something I'm willing to risk it for. If I go missing, it's absolutely because I'm sleeping in the bed.

You alright over there, by the way?