Kaylee isn't and hasn't been in the mood to make anything pretty.

There's a bare wall to keep her eyes on and a bottle-lined wall downstairs to pretend to stare at while her eyes see something entirely different. Same with the lake outside, and the sky, and the TV in Peter's room.

The 'verse isn't kind and the 'verse isn't nice and right now the 'verse is winning the long game. The 'verse always wins the long game. And right now it's heavier than it's ever been.

"Thanks."

It's quiet.