Despite his earlier protests, the nest is actually pretty comfortable. And there is plenty of fruit. Enough that even he has had to take a break for a while.

He's got his datapad in one hand, catching up on some reading, something that he hasn't really done for ages, and he looks up warily when someone comes in and-

There's a jolt when he recognises him. Another him. That's never going to stop being weird. The Native Wash had fallen asleep curled up in a corner with a mound of blankets.

He looks the new him over. "Hey."