Yeah, a win is a win. [ where does eddie find robin's brand of optimism. can he bottle that up, shoot it as a shot or take it in the form of a pill. ] Bigfoot sightings, Buckley? Really?

[ but then he taps his chin with his other hand, drawls on and there's waver in his voice but it's a bit steadier than before. maybe. he hopes it is because, jesus christ, can't they just catch a break. ] UFOs might have explained the whole floating up in the air thing, actually, so it's a good thing I didn't think about that or I would have tucked tail and left you guys one man down.

[ he looks up at the sky above them, brows knit, and decides to say 'fuck it' to this shitty situation and weirdness around them. he slings an arm around buckley's shoulders. they're not friends but they've fought monsters together, are going through some goddamn horrifying stuff still. what's a little bit of an awkward hug between them? ] Wouldn't that be great? Honestly, I'd like to speak to whatever goddamn supernatural travel agent booked this excursion to complain about the weather and the fact no restaurant will accommodate my fucking dinner party of twenty-five.

[ what to people that can afford actual vacations like this complain about? who knows. ]