[The helmet contains his wince but does nothing to hide the way his shoulders tense up slightly in response to one of the many, many questions he never wanted to hear asked. A slow intake of breath, and he tunnels his focus forward, forward, to parsing the looming tunnelspace in front of them, as if that would make him any less hyper-aware of Maine's size and bulk literally about one foot away from.]

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

[His tone is impressively measured, considering how badly it feels it should shake.]

If you're ready to hear something weird, it was actually several months ago. Something like seven, eight months.