He listened intently, watching Gerard's face as much as he was actually listening to what he was saying, just nibbling at his pop tart, alternating with equally careful sips of his tea. Considering what he'd been eating the past few days, maybe jumping right back into highly processed high sugar wasn't the best idea, but he'd never really let that stop him before, and had only regretted it a handful of times.

The idea of something being both made of and feeding on fear sounded familiar, but not in a way he could actually put his finger on, so he just let that simmer in the back of his mind for now in case anything surfaced.

There was an exasperated huff at the rest, shaking his head, "Why do people keep thinking that storing that amount of Not Good" and somehow he managed to pronounce the capital letters, "all in one place is going to end any other way than badly?"