He snorts: it's almost a sound of acceptance, an easing into the present. With his prescience gone and the past something of a movie, paused at different points for different people--the present is all he has.

Ty is here, and asking what Kira thinks he'd ask.

Kira is here, making tea.

"Less than might occupy you," he says, pouring the water into the mugs. "But ease into it, for once. It's a lot to adjust to." Handing one over, he settles at the counter, hip to edge, and hides somewhat behind his mug. "We'll get you sorted."