Benjiro made a promise, and he intends to keep it as long as he can.

The lack of control is an aspect that has remained a constant, and the teenager groans in acknowledgement of it. The displeased sound ends earlier than intended when Walter disrupts the frustration with the initiation of a hug. Eyes closing as he takes a measured breath, Benjiro leans into that hug and lays his hand over one of Walter’s hands.

“...that’s literally the question we’ve all been asking since the aurora borealis,” he mutters with a tinge of humor. Fatigue steals the hints of a smile after a moment, but his thoughts are starting to clear.