I mean, I didn't until you just told me, but I've got an active imagination. I bet it was pretty bitey.

[Look. Sometimes your oldest friend tells you he had sex with an anthropomorphic shark and your brain just goes place unbidden. It just does that sometimes, Moxx.

Zulius lets out a soft, unsettled hum. He can count on one hand the number of people he feels safe to actually be properly vulnerable around, but Moxxie definitely is one of them. The imp's opinion matters a great deal to him. And that makes a lot of sense, of course it does. Moxxie has legitimate evidence from his past life that dating one festering asshole doesn't mean everyone who followed would also be festering assholes. It feels easier, safer to think that way - after all, you can't get your heart broken (again) if you don't let anyone else actually have it. But then, what do you give up by doing that?

He lets out a dramatic little sigh, flopping his torso on the chair in front of him. ]

...God, I hate it when you say things that make sense.

[He turns his head sloooowly to the side to eyeball his friend.]

I don't suppose you have any memories of how your past self figured out the magical healing step between Chaz and Millie?