"What?" There'd been the countdown on his own, the clip that he's ignoring for-

Fuck.

So many reasons, but he blinks at Wynonna's device and watches what looks like interpersonal drama. Or- shit. Something about her daughter? Something about her curse and he has to watch it twice, three times, a fifteen second clip into her life before he nods, core more than a little shaken, hands steady and solid as he squeezes her shoulders. "It's real. Temporal displacement is kind of a thing here, peeking forward or backward? Probably not impossible. I mean-"

And it's tit for tat.

"I got one too."