He is so young, but he has done so much work to help, simply because he wishes to. Cole likes that, likes him. He is gentle and kind.

"Thank you, Steve, Allirea," he murmurs.

Near flaps softly around his hands, avoiding the torch, and does not speak. She thinks, perhaps, she should not be seen - like the parts of Cole that do not fit. She does not know what she is anymore than he does. It is difficult, he thinks.

"Sitting would be nice," he says after a moment.