It was strange that seeing Mollymauk again was bringing up feelings of loss almost as strong as they'd been when he'd died. Of course, they'd been a whirlwind of activity since, whisked across the continent over and over again by unresolved pasts and random circumstance and the war; Caleb had known even before arriving here and seeing Molly again that he hadn't had a chance to mourn him. Not really. Being here with him felt... fragile. Like a moment that could simply shatter with no trace. It didn't help that he'd been told people tended to end up back where they'd come from.
He wanted to know more about Night Vale, to know more about everything there, but having a second chance with a friend you thought you'd lost seemed far more important. Caleb knew about loss - he'd lost everything that had been his life long before he'd met and lost Mollymauk - and he knew that regaining anything was impossibly rare.
He could find out about Night Vale from anyone.
"Danke," he said softly, smiling a little as Frumpkin purred.
The little fire cat was certainly interesting, beautiful but a little alarming. It was good to know she wouldn't be hurting either of them or Frumpkin.
"A bit of a shock," Caleb agreed. "But a good one. It's just a lot to take in all at once. Other than that... well, you may know more about my life than I do, now. Beauregard told me the other Caleb was from later."
"What about you? What has it been like for you here?"