Some of the tension in Kevin's shoulders unspools. Stacia not being from the same timeline as him doesn't help his any, but it makes this feel less urgent and terrible somehow.

"Shit. Like, I'm glad the end of the world isn't happening over there just yet. I guess this is one of those other universes things."

He lets himself be touched. He's a little stiffer than a mortal, and not the right temperature. It seems to help, though.

"...Yeah," he says. "Sorry to dump all this stuff then, I guess. I hope things stay not as bad for you if they can, but also the more I find out the more I get this feeling that it's all gotta come down eventually."

He shakes his head.

"What happened to start this was... Clan Tzimisce, I don't know if you know them? Their antediluvian [ he says that word slowly and carefully, making sure he's getting the syllables right ], those are the dudes that are super old and powerful and gonna kill us all, was under New York and then it came up and started eating whole cities. And I guess there's more of those too. And the werewolves... I think it has something to do with the Trinity? [ he means Triat but he's so close he doesn't realize he's missing the mark ] Being all busted. All at once. Or something. So like, reality's broke."

"So like... where we are right here sucks but I'm mostly scared about home. I don't care too much about what happens to me, I just wanna get back there and make sure my friends can help fix it. Or try at least. It's all we can do."

He really, really hopes that it's one of those things where someone goes on a big magic adventure and it's only been two seconds back home. Kevin doesn't think his friends can't get by without him. Frankly, he's sure they could, but the idea of them going into this without him worries him, he wants to be there.