[The bitch plz look is familiar enough, as is the relative warmth. Chuck tilts his head at the remark, sitting up a little and scratching at his beard thoughtfully.]

Well- yeah. [casting around for the right way to word His answer.] It's just... wrong.

[Being in a universe without Death in it. On a cosmic level, a metaphysics one, it's unbalancing, creates a perpetual state of discomfort slight enough to ignore, but always felt. Didi leaving exacerbated it.

He pauses. Thinks. Then-]

-Wait, did you just call me your significant other? To the whole city? [SDLKFJG SPUTTERING] My kids are gonna see this!

[Sure nobody knows it's him but not the point.]