Well. I guess this isn't much of a change for you then. [ not like it is for Ronan. The thought prompts him to take a swig of whiskey, tipping his head back as he drinks. The alcohol burns down his throat in this reassuring way that Adam hates. Ronan closes his eyes for a second. He probably shouldn't get smashed, if they're going to be sharing a bed. ]

You two met there, then? This... convergence of universes?

[ Why are you asking, Ronan. You don't give a shit. It just feels like the thing to do. And maybe if they know more about this multiple universes bullshit, they have a way to get home. Or get people here. ]

D'you know how to travel between worlds?