[ He doesn't exactly break down, but his posture, maybe, slips a little. Jet can join her on the bed, staring at the covers for a moment, just enough to get his smile back. It's calm and a little placid, and he can numb himself out for this. It might as well have been a hallucination, Party being here. Jet hadn't had time to adjust to the idea that they were all alive, and he supposes he shouldn't. ]

You stole my line right out of my mouth. [ He shakes his head. ] Death is a close friend. I'm not unused to it, and it's not me that I'm worried for. Fun Ghoul and Kobra Kid have never been good at expressing themselves in healthy ways.