The eyebrow stays raised. "He's the biggest, steaming pile of ass to ever disgrace my sniff node, but over the past three years I have acquired the requisite head injuries to mark him down as prime nookstain #1, if that's what you're asking. He's a moron, but we've been through a lot together."

A lot consisting mainly of a long, boring meteor trip while their friends steadily retreated into their own pits of drama and social problems. You know, the usual. And there was the whole dying terribly in a bad end to the timeline, but he doesn't mention that either.

"Bluh, tell me about it." He props his cheek in his hand. "I had this stupid wiggly thing on my face," he says, motioning with the other to his upper lip. "Like humans sometimes get, but uglier and pointier. And a stupid hat, and ugly pants, and basically everything was awful. At least those ugly space suits from the next arena were simple."