[ As always, Beat's unaware when Josh slips into his mind to take a peek around, but what Josh might find strange is the mental sense of well worn grooves. It's not just physically that Beat's been put through the ringer, but mentally as well. Talon like grooves in the psyche, but also the soft fingerprints of Josh himself, mental imprints to reduce this or that.

And despite his body language on the defensive itself, unsure and unease (completely with some nose and lip licks), once Josh touches down, Beat moves to pad over. The motions are a little stiff, that dog that's unsure of the situation, but also when he gets close enough?

He simply sits down.

The height difference is drastically reduced, if not negated entirely like that. It should put Josh more at ease. Even if Beat isn't quite there.]

Shit.

[It's said in a rather casual tone, Beat rolling his tongue stud across his teeth with little clicks as he thinks.]

Aight. Either... Someone dun fucked up the Sea of Stars an' shits mashin' or... I jus' got flung somewhere. Or you did. Or we did. Neku an' Shoka ain't here, right? I don' smell 'em.

[That's probably a lot, sorry Josh, he's mostly mumbling to himself. And to the question, he raises one large paw hand, he presses on one of the rings there to make it stand out. It's very obviously a wedding band, even if it's not a common shape. It's a feather, wound round his finger. It sits along side one of bloodstone.]

An'... yeah, I guess. You ain't My Josh an' that prolly weird as fuck to hear so sorry 'bout it, but it's been years fer me an' him an' Neku.