Hey, those pancakes could taste like cow shit, and I would be glad to have them after what just happened.

[Not hard to haul this scrawny lil depression bro up with one hand. Afterward, he settles his hand on Aquarius's shoulder to steer them back into the cemetery after Orion; he doesn't trust the kid not to get back down in the dirt. But he does drop his hand once they get closer to the meeting spot.

Listen. The pancakes will be fine. Maybe.]

I've got something to tell the two of you that you're probably not going to like, especially after that wild brain blast we just went on earlier together.