Strangely, Ephemera remembers the twins then. Crashing between them on the floor of a pelican and waking up to find them both clinging in the morning, Chica threatening to take pictures. The way he always slept well between them, never had any nightmares that couldn't be conquered. How he always felt safe listening to them breathing.

He never wanted to reach out and kiss them when he woke up, though.

Ephemera tucks the cards into his sweatshirt pocket and decides he's not going to think about that. "Coffee I can do. I've even got sugar."