( if he has any idea about the real thoughts lurking behind that smile, has any idea how many of them mirror his own— there’s no indication of it. instead, he closes his eyes and lets out a soft huff. when he opens them again, he’s looking up and to the side, rolling them, almost. disbelief at the idea that such a thing could be possible, perhaps; the gesture is a touch too modern for him to get entirely right. )

If we really are trapped here forever, then I suppose you should.

( gotta draw out the novelty for as long as it lasts, right. but the thought makes his gaze drop, makes the arm around aventurine’s waist lose some of its tension. )

In the meantime— ( not dwelling. there will be time enough for that, too. ) Maybe you could tell me about a few things.

( it’s time: he’s opting into hsr lore. tell him about space werewolves except we don’t actually need to copy wikipages here because i’m not going to do to you what you did to joy :// )