Shin laughs, hearing that. Yeah, it took a while to get it in his head that no, he's not really going to end up in space. He still finds himself holding onto things sometimes. "You're good. You're good."

He lights a cigarette, "I'd offer you one, but I'm not going to carry you back." The nicotine just makes it all more intense. Between the weed and the booze and the cigs, Shin's feeling in a pretty good place right now.