X laughs. It's less an audible sound and more of a sharp exhale, but it's unmistakably laughter. Devin, an asshole. Well -- to some people, certainly, a select group to which Zephyr apparently belongs. To X, though, he's been nothing but a friend. This is possibly due to the bias of knowing Devin so well, but whatever the cause, there's evidence now in the form of Devin stopping by to make sure X was alright.

He needs to send Devin a message, to let him know he's alright. Ilda, too. Valdis. The Fool. He has a lot he needs to catch up on.

"Does that mean he wasn't an asshole all the other times he visited?" X asks, amused.