"Everyone's cat is the cutest," Noah says, feeling a slight pang, thinking of Prunam. "Like babies."

He doesn't mind the silence, he likes it, just having someone he cares about next to him. He's expecting the question, though he still isn't sure he knows the best way to answer it.

"Cremisius and I broke up," he says slowly, looking away, "and I've just been..." He trails off, shrugs a shoulder. "By myself."