It'll work. Because if it doesn't, things go back to being rather more complicated than he's fond of. There's only so much fumbling around in the metaphorical dark room of a new world he can take before he snaps and pulls someone's arms off. Besides, if he knows one thing it's that the sudden resurfacing of a responsible party always means something. He can feel that expectant, half poised tingle running through him now. It feels like possibility, like the universe somehow aligning to make things correct, like--

No, maybe that's the roof of his mouth burning. He sucks in a few breathes in an attempt to minimize the sting.

"We can do it here just as easily as there. We'll just need something to draw the-- you know what with."