Joss is in the process of cleaning and bandaging the bite in his shoulder when Ginia comes back. The borrowed shirt is hanging off his desk chair and he stands in his undershirt, not caring about leaving skin uncovered and completely, blissfully unaware of the sun’s position in the sky.

(He’s still appallingly skinny, even as a grown up. The more things change...)

He turns when he hears her at the door. Christ, he feels nearly deafened. Is this really how Ginia goes through the day? Is it normal for humans, having senses this muted all the time? He smiles a little in what he hopes is an encouraging sort of way and takes it in. Her wrists and ankles show more than he’d like, but the last thing he wants is to take her to the Near Shore to go shopping when she’s so new at the whole demonic murderchild thing. “Yes, let me get it down for you.”

Pure habit has him nudging his desk chair over to the wardrobe, but then he realizes he can easily reach the top shelf to fetch down one of his carefully folded shopping bags by only standing on his tiptoes.

“This is so bizarre...” Adulthood. “How...how are you holding up? I can’t imagine it’s easy. Please, have a little more chocolate.”