Had it been like this, before? When he'd come back from Titan and everything had looked the same, but felt wrong? That hadn't been paranoia, though. Everything had been wrong, and in any event, they were hard to remember now, the memories of his immediate return forever clouded by what came after.

He swallowed his drink and scowled slightly at Gren's assessment of the situation. "I'm fine." But there was venom in it. The last thing he wanted was someone trailing around after him, worried about his well-being. He couldn't keep up a disaffected facade if Gren insisted on being around every time it started to show cracks.