He eyes the box. The bar food has been exactly what he expects out of bars. Hunk’s food is always out of this world. He hasn’t really started drinking yet. Something like a cinnamon roll would help when he got into it. “Yes, I do.” Besides it’s a cinnamon roll. Who turns those down. “Just be careful out here. I’m trying to keep everyone behaving inside but it might get crazy at some point.”

The Dream Width being crazy is an understatement. He takes a breath. He promised to share with Hunk when something bothered him. But he can’t tonight. It was too much. “Yes, the dreamwidth was crazy.” Yet something lingers like a shadow over him. “Did...any of the memories change you to suit it?” Black hair. No scar. He stares down at his Galra made arm in thought.