"I usually try to... nevermind." He isn't sure he could even explain. The way he tries to reserve places for feelings isn't one of those old habits of his turned weirder and worse. He's so rarely had any place, even his ships and berths totally transitory, assigned only where and when he happens to be useful. Having home, having favorite walks, having a spot to go cry in are all equally new and strange. And lend themselves very well to his attempts to compartmentalize himself and keep the bad hidden from the pretty okay. Now he's crossed those wires. Jude's home and a staggering failure to keep his composure.

Then again, maybe it's not so new. Once he flew away. Now that's not an option. And when he finally flew home again it didn't go great.

"Let's get... Let's go back where it's warm." He has to or Jude will get colder. Even if he has really karked this up for good.