In its way, it's an easier topic than V, than Duplicity, than contracts or pets or relationships. It's steady and known, indelible and fixed.

He doesn't answer right away regardless, swallowing as he relaxes against where they're touching now. He still has one hand shadowing the movement of Jesus's on him, and the fingertips of his other hand brush his knee every bit as lightly.

"It's from my baseline script," he does finally offer, though. "And dreadfully distinct against the dark, a tall white fountain played. It means... a lot of things. It's the last line."