Ahhh... yeah. [ he shuffles over and plops down on the edge of her bed somewhat sheepishly, feeling pretty regretful for making a smartass comment like that. of course she'd miss Sasha. all of them would. ] Sorry. That's a shitty thing to joke about.

[ a moment of silence for the mood he just violently murdered, and then he moves on, a little more tentatively. ]

Yeah, I feel pretty okay, actually. Maybe because it didn't happen in the middle of a mission? Or maybe it's just a delayed reaction and I'll wake up tomorrow and have a full-on existential crisis, I dunno. [ he shrugs, smiling apologetically. please accept his sincerest apologies if that actually happens. ] Buuut at least I still have a week or so to get it together if I do start to feel weird, right?