[ It's one of the many things he enjoys about Howard's company; the man's a showman even if he doesn't know it, least once he gets going. He'd say Howard's enthusiasm is contagious, but... well... that isn't quite the case. Not quite the case. ]

Well, I've lived long enough... seen—enough. Enough to be comfortable with the unknown by now. With life's mysteries. Plenty of those to be found, anywhere you look, right? The cosmos. The sea. The spaces between. Between what, between... why, between everything, I suppose.

[ What are they even talking about we just don't know, but they seem to be enjoying it. And that's something he likes about Howard, too, the way speaking with him sometimes tugs at some sort of loose thread in a darkened corner of his mind, one he can't seem to grasp on his own, but he wants to, but he's, he's afraid of it, a little, but he wants to. ]

So, I suppose they are. Beautiful. That is.