[His face screws up at the idea of Chilton in a cape and a speedo, which prompts him to run his hands over it again. His imagination fills it out before he can stop it. Even the cane gets a cape.]

It wasn't—there was somebody else here from home who's gone. Fred's talking to the Manipulator, too. I, it's—I had to shoot off a message to everyone else. He's part of that group whether— [I like it or not is the end of that, but he doesn't say it, cuts himself off. He ruffles up his hair and leans back on his hands instead, done. Well done with this entire situation.] —I feel like this is where I ask if you wanna make out.

[He's desperate to not have to explain this any further. What better way to keep questions and answers from happening than keeping mouths closed entirely? They could always play the game in silence, sure. They could also play something else while Abigail Hobbs is in peril—

—probably just keep it to the distraction level as opposed to the missing out on updates because they were having sex level.

April's question on the train just happens to stick out to him. He hears it in his head when he thinks about her, without fail. That's one thing he's not ever going to forget without extreme effort put into making it so.]