Even with a surprising amount of inter-dimensional travel under his belt, this place is new and strange enough that he does feel out of sorts. He isn't sure what to think of it. Doubting the reality of the situation doesn't seem like it'll get him anywhere, so he's not bothering with it, but it's so different from what he expected, what he's experienced, that he still feels a little like he did that first time he woke up on the floor in the Temple. If he'd gotten home and still remembered the past couple years it might've been easy enough to write it off as a very strange dream, but as it is-- knowing it's real, having no doubt that it's possible-- he doesn't know what to make of it, only that he feels very alone.

And that's ridiculous, because it's not just him here. Not even just the two of them, but if he's the only one who remembers Teleios-- hell with it, he'll manage. Carol is still herself. He's thought a hundred times that it would be fine, that he could do without things being different as long as they were still close, still cared for each other, and here's where that gets put to the test.

"Nah." Shaking his head, shrugging, he steps a little nearer out of subconscious habit. It's not too close for the act they're keeping up, not quite. (Someday they'll laugh about this.) "More like... I dunno, cafeteria food."

Except in space.

"'M all right," he adds softly. "You just get here?"