Roland and Signless were a couple of peas in a botanical cocoon, probably sitting in his block painting their claws and talking about romance. Bluh. But Roland's plain, no-frills questioning lulled Psii into the calm realm of logic, and he found himself actually answering instead of clamming up.

"Should I?" he murmured. When he felt confused or vulnerable, he lapsed back into his habit of being concerned about what he should and shouldn't do. "Doethn't looking out for him tho much water down our contentiouth feelingth? Am I not rethpecting hith ability to drive me up the hive barrierth?"

He rubbed a hand over his face. This was getting to be too much. He should discuss this sort of thing with his moirail, except the subject of this conversation and the person who felt most pale for him were one and the same. How the hell did Signless manage this sort of multi-quadrant bullshit? Normal by-the-book troll relationships were hard enough, at least for Psii.

"No, I can't think about thith now. I have tho much to do, and I have to keep my head thtraight, at leatht for tonight."

It might sound like he was talking about Signless's stage event, but it was really the current rebel plot that had his attention. He would have to return to his computer station soon, as another pair of digital eyes.