
I'm so goddamn unreasonably proud of this fictional character going "console me" to his boyfriend instead of looking for the same comfort he'd been finding at the bottom of several bottles
If they use Ilyan staggering around in a feverish haze to redeem his mantlepiece abomination of a father, imma pitch a hissy fit

"My palace is about to be blown up, please stick out your ass more"
...
I'm gonna...I'm just gonna decide that they both fit together.
Esteban going: no worries, but where were we?
Lew going: the one thing I can do about mortal embarassement is RAMBLE (and if that looks like he has a clue, that only counts until you realize he's buttnaked for all of it)
Ruth being ruthless as ever.
And here's the ace up my sleeve and just so you know, Imma train you under this pretense until I can slack off in my tower for eternity