It's happened before. [ He shrugs, taking the swing beside him and dusting his hands on his jeans after he finishes his cone. Then he grabs the chains and gives himself a gentle push, keeping his feet off the ground as he floats back and forth. He doesn't know what to make of this, any of this, because while enough people ask him out, this isn't usually how the conversation goes. He's not dating material, or boyfriend material, and he's barely friend material. Larus is going so fast. Too fast. But if there's anything he is good at, it's allowing himself to be swept up in words or touch or the way someone looks at him. Maybe this is the thing. The thing that finally makes everything else fall into place, the thing that makes him want to be here more than he doesn't.

He turns his face toward the sky, picking out the stars and wondering how he should answer. Should he just say the first thing that pops into his head, which is has Larus ever wanted to go to space? No, he should stay on topic. Larus asked him a question, and he should say something. Something relevant. ] I'm not very time-consuming. [ He requires long blocks of time alone to work, sometimes hours, sometimes days, so if a low time commitment is what Larus needs, he could be perfect for that. ] I think... why do you want to date me? [ He turns his eyes back to him, the moonlight washing his skin even paler than normal. ] Why should I want to date you?