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Cornelius Hickey ([personal profile] spotsalone) wrote2025-04-11 07:04 pm
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[ ... ah. Angelo frowns. It's a pretty reasonable question, but it definitely doesn't work that way. The question is why that is, and he's not sure he has the answer memorized. ]

No, the sun doesn't really light up space, it's-- Wait, no. They bundle sunlight with mirrors for the open type colonies, don't they...?

[ He cuts himself off, displeased with the way he's tripping himself up without delivering an explanation that Hickey will find in any way satisfactory. He's never in his life had the levity to care about how stuff works - to him it matters that it does, and making sure it does is someone else's problem. This means that Hickey's earnest and insatiable curiosity is quite the difficulty to overcome.

Finally letting go of Hickey's hands, Angelo turns towards the door to Hickey's cabin. ]


Ugh. It's too cold to have this talk standing in the middle of the room - let's at least get comfortable first.

[ Once they're settled on the mattress, bodies huddled close under the same blanket, Angelo manages to muster up a bit more patience for thinking about the laws of light and space. His explanations are halting and filled with guesswork to patch them out, but Hickey seems happy enough to keep pestering him with more questions so... maybe it's not all bad.

It's only Hickey who could relentlessly bug him about gaps in his education without making Angelo bite his head off sooner rather than later. An unknown dynamic, created only for them and between them. It makes Angelo feel a little strange when he finally disentangles and sneaks back through the greatroom to his own room.

He knows love, knows it as intense and overwhelming, but he does not know the sensation of falling. Does Hickey feel it when they sit together like this? ]