Dan, for his part, has plenty of practice in compartmentalizing-- has learned it for survival's sake, and while he doesn't need to make any more lockboxes any time soon, he still focuses on each task until he's clean and dressed and heading into the kitchen.

The feeling of something missing rises for a moment, at the sight of Marcus cooking, at the way it would be easy to have this be every day. He takes a breath, pushing his thoughts to the smell of the coffee instead, and then walks over to pour some. "You too?" he asks, even as he's pulling down another mug. "And is Kat up? Trass is back safe too?"

The shine doesn't appear to really give a damn about boxes and the right times for things, but he can try to divert it, maybe.