It's late, past the witching hour anyway, and Lilah's leaned back against a wall with peeling paint and wallpaper, both. It looks like it might've once been a nursery, which may explain the paint on the wallpaper. It vaguely suggests it once was the image of a teddy bear, if you can make it out; naturally, more's been added since it was abandoned, and the 'bear' (or whatever it was) has an extremely large and erect member now. There are also graffiti tags, and the occasional profanity along with declarations of love between Sheila and Kevin. (Also Duane and Loranda, and some who are only initials.) Most notable is the space where the mobile no doubt hung, but someone's strung up beer cans from the hook in the ceiling. Lilah's got the joint at the moment, and there's very little left. Still, she passes it over after a thorough puff, her eyes focused over at the shadows cast on the walls from the beer-mobile. She's quiet, for the moment.

Felix is on his feet, prowling around and investigating what =this= room's like; the ceiling's somewhat high in here, compared to many houses, and he has to jump slightly to give the beer-mobile a good thwack and send the cans bouncing and clanking against each other. It makes him laugh, and he wanders over to accept the joint from Lilah. He studies a bit of the graffiti beside them while he holds his breath, and just before he'd usually let it go, grins and glances over to her. His free hand goes to the back of her neck, trying to pull her in for a kiss so that he can breathe the smoke into her. And probably so that he can kiss her.

Apparently, Lilah's been lost in thought as she watches those shadows, and so when they're thrown wildly by his thwacking the beer-mobile, she blinks twice, refocusing her gaze on him. He gets a warm smile, and she tilts her head as she watches him focus on the graffiti. Her smile widens as he turns back her way, and then he's pulling her in and kissing her, and that's clearly all she can focus on. She breathes him in, eyes closing for a change while she lets that kiss linger for as long as he'll allow, her arms wrapping around his neck.

The kiss lasts a lot longer than the exhalation does, and in fact until Felix suddenly pulls away with a wince and a grunt, crushing what remains of the joint between his fingertips. He drops it into his other hand, then puts it in his pocket, shaking out his mildly burnt fingers and making a face.

That sudden pulling away makes Lilah blink in surprise, but she doesn't protest, even before she susses out what's happened. She watches him shake out his fingers for a moment, and then leans in to kiss the face he's making, softly, and reach for his hand. She doesn't take his hand directly, but holds out her hand to his, trying to get him to put his hand in hers. Should he do so, she gently kisses the back of his hand. And, if his burnt fingers don't look TOO burnt, those, too.

Felix lets her have his hand, and the small smile the first of those kisses got widens at the ones to his hand and fingers. They're not too bad -- even distracted, it doesn't take long for him to notice that much heat, and he extinguishes cigarettes that way on purpose fairly often. The calluses probably help. He reaches over to stroke her hair, ending up claiming one of her curls and giving it a light tug. "Looked like you were all lost in thought," he remarks.

When he strokes her hair, and particularly at that tug, Lilah gives him a quite fond look, kissing his fingertips again. "I reckon I was," she nods at his comment, and tilts her head as she looks at him. "Was just wonderin' 'bout the-- the hist'ry here. I was wonderin' who lived here. Were they happy? How come they moved, or did they lose the house? Stuff like that, I guess. Ain't like we're likely to find out, though." She gives him a small smile before asking, "How 'bout you? What were you thinkin' 'bout?"

"...I was mostly thinkin' I really wanted to whack those," Felix says, indicating the now only swaying beer-mobile with a tilt of his head, "an' just checkin' shit out. Good questions, though. And how come it ain't been bought by someone else since?" He looks around again, and suggests cheerfully, "Maybe it's haunted." If so, any ghost may be displeased to see him release her curl and dig in his jacket pocket to come out with a pen.

With a grin, Lilah glances over to the beer-mobile before looking back to Felix. "Maybe so. Who you reckon it's haunted by? You think it's some neighbor who done been wronged by this family's dog takin' a crap in his petunias?" She leans her head back against the wall when he lets go of her curl, and turns her attention to that pen, and whatever he plans to do with it.

Felix laughs. "Yeah, maybe. Or maybe the people before them locked their crazy aunt in the attic an' she died there an' wants revenge," he offers, and doodles spirals on the wall beside them until the pen actually starts writing. It's not a marker, which would be much more useful here, just the kind of ballpoint banks tend to keep on silvery ballchains, and indeed there's a few links of one dangling off the end of it. Once it's working, he almost absently adds some spurts from the end of the bear(?)'s prodigious member.

"Yeah," Lilah agrees, giggling softly, "...an' she drove out the family that lived here. They ran away from 'er moanin' 'n groanin'." She turns to the side, the better to watch him doodling, and grins when she spots what he's doing. "Speakin' o' moanin' and groanin'," she snorts amusedly.

"Well, how long you reckon it's been since someone drew that? He's gotta have a massive case of blue balls by now," Felix says, glancing over and grinning back at her. "I'm bein' considerate." Drawing with this pen requires going over lines several times to make them show up against what remains of the paper and paint. He looks over some of the more initial-based vandalism while he does, musing, "Think there's been a lotta moanin' an' groanin' in here since the place got left? I bet yes."

Lilah shakes her head, laughing, and insists, "I dunno... I was thinkin' he'd be all right a might longer-- he could just grin 'n bear it." She eyes his 'drawing' thoughtfully, and then comments, "Who ya reckon drew that in the first place? Young, old, guy, gal?" She lifts her eyebrows at his question, and says, "Nah, I ain't gonna take ya up on that bet. I'd lose f'sure."

Felix snorts softly at the pun, shaking his head. "Guy, young," he answers immediately to her question, and while he's adapting things, gives the bear(?) a big grin, possibly in response to her joke. "Why, who'd you reckon?"

That snort just makes Lilah look inordinately pleased with herself, and she leans over to peek a little closer at the bear and that grin in particular. "Guy. Not that young, though, maybe a little older'n us, maybe a little younger. I dunno why. Guess cuz that thing's pecker's drawn too good."

"Well, we count as young. I mean, it ain't like a thirty-year-old or somethin'," Felix says, "Mostly it's guys draw 'em anyway, but I ain't never seen a chick do one with veins an' pubes." He pauses, and smirks, "...well, =draw= one." He finishes the bear's grin and moves back a step to take in the overall effect of his work. "Watcher got himself a mate," he says, which may or may not follow from the conversation thus far.

"We're young, sure. But I reckon I figured ya meant *young* young, maybe not even in 'is teens yet," Lilah explains, and then pauses at his smirk and following statement. It makes her flush, just slightly, and she leans her head back against the wall. His addition has her glancing over to him, and asking, "Yeah?"

"Nah, I figure 'bout our age, give or take," Felix says, squinting at the drawing in question again. It's fairly dark in there, given the time, but light filters in via streetlamps and the moon through the windows, and their eyes have have plenty of time to adjust. "...yeah. Over in the pack south of the park. They're gonna have pups in a month or so, he reckons."

"I figure you're right," Lilah smiles, and peers at the drawing, herself, before turning her attention to Felix entirely. "How's he feelin' 'bout that... an' life in gen'ral?" She watches him idly while she smoothes out her sundress. Thankfully, it's grey, or it might well be stained with all the dirt and dust in this place.

Felix moves his pen up higher, to an empty space, and starts roughing out what appears likely to be an 'F', going back and forth over the lines to darken and widen them. "He was okay with life in general, real glad to see us. He thought he'd been sent away 'cause we were pissed at him, idiot," he says rather fondly. "J just wanted him to go spend some time learnin' his tribe better. The mate an' pups thing though, he's pretty pleased with that. Said me an' J oughta get on that." He seems thoughtful about this.

"S'good to hear he's happy. An' I feel bad for him thinkin' everybody was angry at him. I wonder what he thought we was angry *for?*" Lilah pauses at his last words, and then leans her head back again. "Yeah? An' what do *you* think about that?" It's meant to be a non-biased question. 'What do you think?' is fairly neutral, after all. But there's something in the way she's not quite meeting his gaze, and instead watching his entire demeanor quite closely, that suggests the answer to this question is Important.

Felix pauses in his graffiti, tapping the pen's tip against the wall a couple times. "I dunno," he admits after a moment, glancing over to her. "I mean, he's kinda right. An' I ain't much younger'n my dad was, if any. An' he never woulda if he put it off all that much longer. Even if it ain't like they did it on purpose, neither." Another couple taps of the pen. "An' I reckon you'd be a good mom. But. I know you ain't dyin' to. An' then you'd be all busy. I dunno." Tap, tap, glancing at the wall. He looks back to her, tilting his head. "What do =you= think 'bout it?"

Lilah slowly nods her head at his words, definitely acknowledging that's he's correct about each statement, though her own feelings are kept close to the chest. Too close, unfortunately, to quite tell, beyond 'cautious.' She glances where he's glanced at the wall, then back to him. She opens her mouth, shuts it, and then opens it again, this time to say, "I reckon whatever you wanna do's all right by me. An' I further reckon, it's--" A pause, which lingers. "I know what I'm supposed t'do, and I reckon you do, too."

"Well, yeah, but it ain't like I ever been king of s'posed to," Felix says, leaning sideways against the wall for the moment. "...anyway, it ain't like there's a lot we could do if we decided we definitely wanted to, anyhow. Ain't really like we been tryin' NOT to, right? Just ain't happened." He shrugs, but something subtle about that last bit seems to have him less than entirely sanguine. The pen starts scratching a new line on the wall, beside the completed 'F'.

Giving him a (very) small smile, Lilah nods her head. "You ain't king of s'posed to, and I ain't queen." Once again there's a sense of things unsaid, a subtle shift to her jaw like she's preparing to speak and then... doesn't. Instead, she listens to the rest of what he has to say, watching him closely still. She cants her head to the side, just slightly, as she watches him scratch that new line, and then hazards a guess: "You wish it had?"

Felix glances at her sidelong, at that guess, and there's a tap of the pen again, his brow slightly furrowed. "Not 'zactly," he says, which seems to be the unvarnished truth. "'s just... weird, maybe. Now that I was thinkin' about it." He puts another layer on the line, and then starts one perpendicular across its center, getting just the first bit done before he looks over to her and asks, "What didn't you say? Just then."

"I didn't do nothin' to make it not happen, if-- if you were wonderin'," Lilah shrugs, and it's pretty plain that she doesn't actually assume he thinks that... more that she wants that out of the way. She purses her lips, though, at his question, and hesitates for far longer than one should need to-- and far longer than one would expect-- before she'll answer, "If. If we didn't. They'd .. there'd be questions, an' lookin'-down-on, an' pointin' fingers. There'd be pokin' an' proddin', o' me an' you both, I reckon. I seen it sometimes, o' other people. Questions especially, like why you ain't done what you supposed to. An'--" she licks her lips, "...I reckon I don't wantcha t'hafta deal with all that." She looks down for a moment, frustrated, and then back to him, watching him closely as she exhales a slow breath. "You shouldn't hafta deal with all them questions cuz o' me bein'..." A shrug. "Hesitant." Not whatever word she was originally thinking of, clearly.

"I wasn't," Felix assures, and the pen's still while he watches her consider and answer. "...well," he says when she's done and he's considered briefly himself, "like I said... ain't like there's a whole lot we could do different anyway, right? So if folks're gonna prod an' question sometime I guess they're gonna." There's that faint unease again, in there. "Prolly ain't gonna be any time soon, an' I reckon I can just tell 'em what I told Watcher if they do." He abandons the graffiti for the moment, instead stepping over to try and wrap an arm around Lilah and pull her in, and to put a kiss on the side of her neck. "...what was it gonna be before 'hesitant'?" he murmurs.

"There's stuff ya can do. Like them rhythm method things. Or whatever it's called. An' that's just... I mean, I know there's gotta be-- gotta be stuff y'all can do that I ain't never even heard about yet." Lilah may not be entirely on board with all this, but she lays out the potential options without hesitation. She pauses then, and leans back against the wall, her head thunking lightly back against it. "You worried there's somethin'-- somethin' that ain't workin'-- with me or you?" she hazards another guess, and it's a really hesitant one. She's not wanting to press the issue too much, clearly. She's more than willing to let him wrap an arm around her, and she doesn't pull away from his kiss, but the closer he gets to her, the more obvious it is how tightly wound she is at the moment. Particularly when he asks that question. Her eyes shift away from him and across the room as she shrugs once more, answering, "Wrong-headed. Just-- just wrong."

"Ain't that basically just makin' sure you're doin' it at the right time of month? 'cause I'm pretty damn sure we got that covered," Felix says, cracking about half a smile. It fades at her following guess, and he shrugs. "I don't worry." The tension does nothing to prevent the closeness, or the kiss, but he lifts his head at the answer, regarding her fleetingly before pressing her more firmly into the wall and kissing her hard, bordering on aggressive.

"Sometimes we don't manage it, I'd wager. I gotta work early, or you got business to do. We usually got it covered, but all's it takes is one day to miss it. I think." Lilah frowns lightly, clearly not sure on this last point. "Plus, I drink. That ain't gonna help, neither, right?" She watches him closely as his smile fades, and she nods her head, just briefly. She considers him in silence for a moment, and then Things are happening. She's taken entirely by surprise at that, her body wound tight as a spring even as they kiss-- for the first few moments, anyway. Her hands lift, as though in protest, and then they settle around him, trying to pull him closer against her. The longer the kiss lasts, the more she relaxes.

Felix is in no hurry to break it, certainly. It continues until that tension's back to a normal, everyday sort of level, and a bit after that, as well. When he does break it, he doesn't pull very far back, just enough to meet her gaze. "You ain't wrong," he says, tone soft but fierce, "There ain't nothin' wrong about you, nowhere. Not your head; not nothin'."

Given that she's so tightly wound, it's perhaps surprising how quickly the tension is down to a dull roar, and then practically gone. When the kiss is so suddenly broken, she watches him, breathless, her eyes searching his. It's hard for her to keep her gaze on him right now, but she does. And after an exceedingly long pause, she gives a curt nod, pursing her lips. She may or may not believe him, but she's at least calmer, so that's something. Without a word, she tries to press closer to him, aiming to start that kiss up again, her eyes on his.

Felix watches her through that pause, gaze unwavering, and it doesn't lessen any at that nod. Though his voice isn't any louder, there's at least as much intensity as before: "You're mine and you're perfect." He's perfectly willing to be kissed again, if she tries.

There's no blush at his compliment-slash-assessment, but Lilah does blink, just once. She watches him for another longish moment, and then tilts her head, pressing her body up against his. She chews at her lower lip, watching him closely, and then, yes, there is *totally* kissing. It's one of those emotive kisses, trying to express the things words seem inadequate for.

Felix lets Lilah decide when the kiss is finished, this time. He still keeps her against that wall, pressed in against her so nothing separates her from it but the arm tight around her waist, and the hand with the pen comes up to rest almost-flat just above and beside her shoulder.

The kiss lasts and lasts-- and lasts. Whatever she's 'saying' with that kiss, she's being long-winded about it! Speaking of wind, when it breaks it's due to a need for air, and Lilah thunks her head back against the wall again, breathing heavily and closing her eyes. She remains that way for several moments.

She isn't the only one breathing heavier, and near the end of that kiss, Felix's hand finds its way down across her shoulder. When the kiss ends, his hand continues downward, brushing along the outside of her curves, while he watches it move.

There's a pause, and then a tiny smile edges onto Lilah's lips as his hands move. Her eyes remain closed for some time longer, and then she opens them again, seeking his gaze. "I'm yours," she murmurs with a nod, finally. She doesn't echo the 'perfect' bit, but she doesn't refute it, either. For now, that's all she has to say.

Felix's gaze is caught, and his hand continues slipping downward until it's about as far as it goes on the side of her leg. His fingers move, drawing the fabric of her dress upward bit by bit so it gathers above them, until he can rest his hand on her skin instead. At her words and nod, he kisses her lips again, though briefer this time, and then the corner of them, and just below her ear, and down along her neck.

It's clearly only with an effort of will that Lilah's able to keep her eyes on his, particularly as his hand begins inching upward. She says not a word, tilting her head closer to his lips as he kisses her, and then turning just slightly to give him better access to her neck. Her own hands have been still for a bit, but now she slips them downward, reaching for the bottom of his shirt and drawing it slightly upward, apparently wanting to feel his skin more than she's wanting to take clothes off.

There's a nip to the curve of her neck when Lilah pulls Felix's shirt upward like that, and his hand continues upward, past the second layer of fabric there and then slipping back down beneath it, seeking skin as well. Another few little kisses, and he murmurs, "We could make sure I was right about that bet."

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Now that Lilah's taken him up on his generous offer, the two are rearranging their clothing into a more respectable state. She's got her panties pulled back up, and lets her sundress fall down naturally. That done, she slowly turns away from the wall, turning to face him-- the better to place a light kiss on his neck. She smoothes out first her sundress, and then her hair, before wrapping her arms around his neck. Nothing's said, at least from her end, for the moment, and her gaze is situated away from meeting his eyes directly.

Felix finishes fiddling with fastenings and slips his arms around Lilah's waist again, turning them so he can lean back against the wall this time. One arm's reclaimed once they're resettled so that he can brush a curl away from her face, and then, noticing her averted gaze, catch her jaw and gently turn it to get her eyes meeting his again. Once he has, his brows lift and head tilts slightly in question.

Giving him a reassuring smile, Lilah looks into his eyes, and then presses forward to kiss him. It's a gentle kiss this time, and if she has anything to say about it, it's also lingering. When she's ready to break it, she lightly tugs at his lower lip with her teeth before letting it go. She shifts her hand up to rub against his scalp, and then gives him another smile, this time contented.

Gentle and lingering seem fine with Felix, and he half-closes his eyes at the scalp-rubbing. The smile gets one in return, a bit crooked, and he rests his head back against the wall, closing his eyes entirely for a moment and looking generally pleased with the world and his current position in it.

Lilah's smile lifts higher at his own, and while his eyes are closed, she's watching him with a mix of thoughtfulness and caring. She ends up leaning forward to kiss his forehead, and then presses hers to his, her hand still rubbing at his scalp.

It makes the smile expand, and Felix lets both arms rest around her waist for several seconds, one hand lightly rubbing the small of her back and the other just still. He tilts his head into her hand, and grins suddenly, singing, "Why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near? Just like me, they long to be close to you..." He opens his eyes during the last line, watching her.

Lilah outright grins as she hears him singing, and when he opens his eyes, he'll find she's watching him with an incredibly fond look. When he's finished with that bit, she continues, "Why do stars fall down from the sky every time you walk by? Just like me, they long to be close to you..." Her singing is not so great as his or Andrea's, but it's pleasant at least, and the tune is carried well in the empty space. Still, she sings it very softly, watching him as she does so.

Felix gives a small but delighted-sounding laugh when Lilah picks up the next part, and grins wider, responding when she finishes with, "On the day that you were born, the angels got together, an' decided to create a dream come true. So they sprinkled moondust in your hair of gold," he claims one of those curls, wrapping it around his finger during that line, and brushing it over her cheekbone as he continues, "an' starlight in your eyes of blue..." He leans in to kiss her again.

That laugh just makes Lilah grin even broader, and she looks absolutely thrilled to hear him sing the next part. When he breaks off to kiss her, she's just as thrilled with that, and returns the kiss enthusiastically, wrapping her free arm around his neck and trying to keep him there for at least a moment or two.

Felix is willingly kept, though after those moments, when the kiss is starting to break, he smacks her rear and starts to straighten up and move away from the wall, disengaging from her. He leans down suddenly to pick up the pen from where it's fallen, the glint of streetlight on the straggling bit of chain catching his eye. It stays in his hand while the other digs in his coat pocket for that Altoids tin.

As the kiss begins to break, Lilah lets out a soft 'mm,' which changes into a tiny noise of surprise as she gets her rear smacked. It prompts a laugh, and she leans back against the wall then, watching him with a soft smile. She nibbles at her lower lip, then begins to hum softly. It's likely he recognizes it anyway, if he listens for it; it's the opening bars of Lovesong by The Cure. And quietly, barely audibly, she hums the first two lines, the lyrics of which (if they were sung), are: 'Whenever I'm alone with you... you make me feel like I am home again.' She stops there, and wanders closer to him, tilting her head to the side and running a hand lightly down his chest.

Felix grins at the startled noise and laugh, and goes about getting a cigarette from the tin; he notices the humming without thought at first, absently and equally softly joining in around the middle of those two lines, and as she stops it morphs into singing, half under his breath, "Whenever I'm alone with you..." He looks up from the tin to Lilah's face as she touches him.

When he joins in on the humming, Lilah smiles, and it grows as he begins to sing. When he looks up, he'll find her watching him with a ridiculously fond look. She doesn't resume humming, instead just smiling at him and now running that same hand down his arm and to the hand holding the pen. She curls her pinky finger with his.

"Hi," Felix says quietly, and lets her snag his pinky. He watches her for a moment, and then continues using that hand -- linked pinkies and all -- to finish getting out a cigarette and getting it lit, then putting the tin away again. That done, he lets the hand drop, briefly squeezing her little finger with his as he looks back to her again.

"Hey," Lilah replies just as quietly, and looks right back at him as he watches her, a soft smile on her face. He'll find she looks generally content, perhaps even happy. She lets him move their shared pinky-link, and leans in to kiss his cheek, preferably before he can take his first puff of the cigarette. That done, she pulls back enough to definitely allow him to smoke in peace, her finger still linked with his. She pauses, then tilts her head a bit and asks, "What were ya thinkin'?"

The kiss is easy enough to get in then, and it gets a little smile before Felix leans against the wall again and does have that first puff, half-closing his eyes and resting his head on the peeling paper behind him as he watches smoke curl through the cool quarter-lit air of the room. Lilah's question gets a blink and a slightly blank look, "...when?"

After tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, Lilah blinks as well at his blank look. She blinks again, and then laughs under her breath. "Just now. Or before now. Whenever," she says with a shrug, and then squeezes his pinky with her own before letting it go. That done, she steps closer to the wall, taking a seat on the ground with her gaze directed at him.

Felix looks down at her, and tousles her hair with, luckily, the hand less likely to set it on fire. "Y'know, mosta the time someone asks what I was thinkin', it means somethin' prolly didn't go how I had in mind. 'course, ain't usually that tone of voice. Answer's still prolly I dunno, though. That I wanted a smoke an' you're beautiful? Why? What were you thinkin'?"

Lilah smiles up at him at the hair ruffling, and she rubs her head lightly back against his hand. "I don't ask it that way, nah," she says, and grins at his answer. "I reckon there's nothin' wrong with thinkin' whatever ya like." Pause. "'specially if it's compliment'ry." She grins, and then shrugs. "I think a lotta stuff. For one, I was thinkin' I'm glad I metcha. An' a lotta other stuff." Another shrug. "Tonight was real nice."

"Glad I met you too," Felix says, "...an' yeah. It was." He smiles at the pressure of her head against his fingers, and plays with her hair for another couple moments. "What lotta other stuff?" he asks, and reclaims his hand, turning to look at the wall and finding his half-finished graffiti from before; he reaches over to continue with it.

Seeming pleased at his agreement (and furthermore, his toying with her hair), Lilah grins up at him. His question gets yet another shrug. "Stuff like, wonderin' what you were thinkin'," she teases, and leans her head back against the wall comfortably, closing her eyes. "Y'reckon the family that lived here ever thinks 'bout this place? Seems like it coulda been real nice, back when."

Felix scratches the ballpoint back and forth along the last letter, darkening and filling it out -- hard to see from the ground, but the motion looks like it's probably an 'L', if she happens to look. "Well, that ain't a LOTTA stuff, that's just one stuff," he points out. "An'... I dunno. Yeah, prolly. I get the feelin' folks do that a lot. Plus, if they think about anythin' that happened while they lived here, they prolly think about here too."

Currently, it's a rare moment when she's got her eyes closed for an extended period. He may or may not have noticed, but beyond when sleeping or nodding, she's ever watchful, albeit not in an anxious way. Particularly when she's dealing with him, she seems to like watching him. "Good points, I s'ppose," she murmurs with a small smile, and then adds after a pause, "I was thinkin' stuff like that, about this place, an' the people who lived here. 'bout you, 'bout tonight... thinkin' 'bout stuff we said, stuff we did, runnin' over it in my mind, like ya do. 'bout random stuff, too, like this thing I heard once 'bout car horns beepin'-- said they all beep in the key o' F, but I dunno if that's true. I dunno keys an' such. Just a lotta stuff, all the time." She gives a small shrug, and only then opens her eyes to look up at him.

"Most horns don't exactly honk in any key 'cause they're just one note," Felix says, giving this a bit of thought, "New ones, anyhow. Mostly they're F or C or A, which I guess ARE all in F... the two note ones, an' the older ones with three an' the caddy ones that're four, I guess they got keys, I never thought about it. Now I'm gonna hafta listen proper. Don't think they're all in F, though." He pauses his writing, settling his fingers very briefly as though they were on his guitar, and adds, "Some're definitely in A." Back to filling out those lines, though he looks down to Lilah, watching her. "Yeah, it does seem like a lotta stuff all the time," he observes, "...I like that."