To be fair, Duo is just about preserved by space with as small and baby faced as he is and has always been. He’s seen war, but maybe not to the same extent Trevor has if only because he’s had the luxury of being within a huge metal suit of armor to fight in.

He laughs at least as he says he wishes it was a hangover, shrugging and nodding at the same time. Duo didn’t tend to wish it was a hangover, but not everyone lives with Chang Wufei and Heero Yuy, either. Luck of the draw.

“It’s possible, man. I came outta the ocean for the first time in my life not in Deathscythe and I hated it.” Not to mention the five feet of hair hanging off the back of his head, but such is the risk of being vain about his hair.

“Looks like you came from a colder place, though. Need a hand with anything?”