Okay. Yeah. Like meditation, right? Just, instead of imagining ocean waves or whatever, I've gotta think about the clones.

[He has never meditated in his life. He's never even thought about it before, and even if he had, he wouldn't have figured he would be any good at it.

Now's as good a time as any to start, right? He contemplates this fact for a second, teeth worrying at his bottom lip, before he releases it and takes a deep breath, the slight crease between his brows fading away.

(He's going to have wrinkles by the time he's twenty at this rate, he's sure of it.)]

Um, give me a minute. [Or two.]