"I prefered the tsunami and the dinosaurs," he says dryly, picking up a piece of mango and polishing it off in one bite, his eyes falling closed and a small sound escaping him at the taste. What they've been giving him in the clinic isn't any different from the food the rest of the island eats, but some universal law of hospital food is in effect and it hasn't seemed nearly as good.

"At least then I could fucking do something." He glances down at Eostre and smiles crookedly, trying to ignore the wrench in his chest. "Even if it did get me punched in the mouth."