When Floyd's head hits his shoulder, it's immediate instinct to run a gloved hand over his hair. It was strange that even in this moment with things as different as can be that it feels almost nostalgic.

"I will work on finding us a way back to the College soon enough," but, as much as he'd like to, he can't make any promises. The most he can do at the moment is show his support and work toward a goal where they can both be comfortable.

If he can protect Floyd, that would be enough for him. He could handle the rest of the situation the way he always does--by disregarding and repressing his own feelings on the matter. To put his work and best face forward to further their goals. Location hardly changes that in his eyes. Fingers thread into his twin's hair as he leans his own head down to rest his chin on top of his head.

They can't coil together like they did when they were younger, so he lets his other arm come around Floyd's form instead to hug him closer. His head tilting to speak just barely through two-toned hair. "So long as we are together, we can handle it. Think of it as another world of experiences and firsts."