Flick narrowed his eyes, watching as Pell guided him through the alien streets, eyes darting from side to side as he took in the sights, and turned back to make sure nothing was following them. When Pell ushered him inside the, well, he couldn't quite call it a house could he? Flick wrapped his arms around the other har, enjoying the feel of of Pell's warm body.

Which brought him to his next puzzle. Pell wasn't dead. He also didn't look like he had been plucked up and made Tigron, despite the rampant rumors going around. Maybe Cal had imagined it all? Maybe somewhere in his broken mind he constructed a fantasy of Pell's death. Had Pell walked out on Cal? No, that couldn't be it. He had seen Pell's spirit that night, he was sure of it. But dead people didn't just get new bodies. It didn't make sense.

Flick pulled back from the hug, looking at his friend with a wary gaze. "Pell. You're not dead."