Arashi lounges back on the scattered cushions, relaxing more quickly than he thought he'd be able to manage. Being home is a relief, being near Harvestman again is a relief. When that relief moves away and starts to curl up into a safety ball, however, Arashi sits up attentively.

If he'd been drinking when Harvestman said that, he probably would not have been quick enough to avoid choking. Arashi stares at Harvestman, eyes wide even if Harvestman won't meet them, silently asking twenty different questions before he finally decides on one.

"....how does she feel about that?"