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[Why’d he ever open his mouth to any of this? Now he’s just lost the thread of it himself.]

I just mean there’s a whole arrangement of people from every stripe of world. I would hope none would fall for the likes of me when there’s plenty else who can see to their needs better.

[He’d had Lux here. He loved Lux and he knew Lux had loved him, but he’d been a sex demon, progenitor of lust and near-on god. He hadn’t needed anything from Chris from the start.]

There's a happy arrangement for people of every sort... except you?

[ Chris. What? ]

[He shakes his head again and decidedly doesn't look at Crais, just his hair.]

No, that's not... [There's that choking feeling in the back of his throat that suffocates his words.]

I've...I had.

[Gods dammit. He swallows around nothing and pushes through other words, a different track to keep moving.]

Forget it. It's not important leastways, not a problem to worry about until it is, so don't mind it.

All right.

[ He does move on because he can read both the... discomfort and he was told to. ]

How much of the food here have you had opportunity to experiment with?

[His next breath is a little easier and there's a small rush of gratitude towards Crais for actually letting it go. He need to fold that part of him back into place.]

Ah...mostly stick to what I can recognize from home, but I've tried a whole array of whatever Nate called 'junk food' for a time. Almost all of it made me sick, but pizza's nice and...ah...something to do with noodles. And spicy noodles! Thos're nice.

[Spicy anything is nice, he's found.]

Cheese and I don't get along. I think it's something to do with being entirely unfamiliar to me.

[ He's just going to be completely relaxed and chat casually. Gear shift and direction change? Complete. No guilt, not awkward, just doing that thing. ]

I take it produce isn't something you lack at home, then?

No. It's not exactly native, soil of Melvaunt's always been shite, but we had importing agreements with neighboring powers. Some produce was cheaper or easier to get than others but...well, I never had much concern for that myself.

Why's cheese weird to you? No cows or milk on your space whales?

Livestock or farming would be hard inside a space whale. [ He's just going with it. ] The bigger, entirely mechanical ships were easier to source fresh food from but milk is still not something eaten by anyone who's been weaned. I think it just missed us culturally.

You feel better?

Huh. [Its still weird to think any sort of ship could keep fresh food for long, but then maybe they had a bunch of those refrigerators.

The question earns a small crease of confusion in Chris’s brow.]

I feel fine. Felt fine.

[Oh-]

That wasn’t distress or upset. Aside maybe frustration, just…me. Said I was bad at words? That’s how I mean.

[ This is absolutely the wrong thing to be confused by, but he sincerely is. He makes it a statement instead of a question, though. ]

I'm more distressed by frustration than almost anything else I can think of.

Aah...well, there we differ a bit. Frustration just means I work harder or smarter. If I got distressed every time I was frustrated in my life, wouldn't get far for nothing.

What's your go-to when you feel like that?

My go to when... I'm frustrated?

I yell at what's frustrating me.

[ He is neither complicated nor usually particularly nuanced. ]

[He can't help it, he laughs.]

So easy as that? Want to trade? If I yell at what's frustrating me, might cause a diplomatic incident.

[Or, almost worse, make Silver get that sadly disappointed look that both made Chris feel bad and deeply irritated him.]

[ He looks up at Chris with unabashed and undisguised horror. ]

Absolutely not!

No? Ah well, worth a shot.

[He switches from stroking through Crais' hair to massaging lightly at his scalp.]

[ Crais starts to make some smart ass remark about diplomacy and politics, but then Chris does that and Crais just... groans and forgets it. ]

Keep doing that. Use your nails.

[This is better anyway.]

Hmm. Man after my own heart, you.

[He does as he’s told happily, working the edges of his nails into the massage.]

Surprised you don’t let people play with your hair more if you like it.

[ Actual cats might not like Chris much but the sound Crais makes is more feline than human.

Because alien.

Not really a purr but the meaning is similar. ]

I just don't like my hair down. It's aggravating.

[Is he purring? No, but he made some sort of sound. And it would be a lie to say Chris wasn't very pleased with that.]

You do have quite a bit of it, I imagine that could be annoying.

[There's a pause and then:]

Does this feel good in the way a massage normally might or is it doing something more for you? In the interest of blunt curiosity.

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