Nod.

"Looks bad. I used to pretty much figure that I had a moral obligation not to do things that people around me would consider evil, even if they were wrong - at least, not just for fun - because it was more important that they trust me. I asked one of the alts from an Arda with more homophobia if they  - did that - and they said 'yep and it pretty much destroyed me' so I'm - reconsidering it - but slowly -"

"I won't think you're evil but I suppose with a policy like that you'd need unanimity and also my boyfriend wasn't even eighteen when I took up with him, so."

"Did you worry about the age?"

"I did! Also the being from 1802."

"How'd you - decide -"

"Uh, substantial fraction of it was me being embarrassingly susceptible to flattery but pretty much the key ingredient was that if I at age seventeen had decided to date a hundred eighty year old demon for some reason I would not have appreciated or benefited from second-guessing and Timothy didn't seem to be missing any of what would have let me be confident in that."

"What was he - not missing - exactly -"

"He, hm. A lot of seventeen year olds are not done deciding who to be, people change a lot really fast around then. He seemed to have settled on a self-concept."

Nod. "Thanks."

"You're welcome. Good skill."

He nods.

He goes to his room and sings, and sleeps, and reads through some logistics notes.

He goes back to Cir's. 

Cir and Ruviri and Ava are having breakfast there.

"Mind if I join you?"

"Of course not," says Ruviri. Cir grins at him.

"How have you been?" he asks Ruviri and Ava.

"We're good!" says Ruviri. "I have discovered nail polish!" She has discovered it all over her attendant and her brother as well as herself, it looks like. Looks like she has reasonably steady hands.

Giggle. "I know someone who once asked Nessa to make hers magically indestructible because it kept chipping."

"But if it chips you can take it off and do a new color!"

"Perhaps if Nessa had possessed a more complete understanding of incarnates and their needs she would have considered this? Instead she just did it and now that woman has indestructible nails."

Giggle.

Breakfast. 

Ruviri keeps looking at Cir and giggling. When the girls are done eating they scamper.

Because Ruviri can read Cir perfectly, of course. Ah well. "I had questions about how confident you are that your self-concept is done settling but then I realized I could anticipate exactly what look you were going to give me."

...Cir laughs and flops over into his lap to look up at him. "I like that you can do that. It's more work being around people who aren't good at reading me when I can read them like books. Eventually you'll probably be as good as Ruviri at figuring me out."