"For a bit," comes Kit's reluctant, somewhat sheepish admission, which he makes more to his cigarette than to Zephyr.

He looks back at him with some added softness in his eyes. "I get it, though. Things being a mess. I cocked things up royally back where I'm from before I--" Before I died. No, that's probably not what Zephyr wants to hear right now, is it? He scratches at his beard and looks away. "...Before I ended up here."