Sarcasm and snark were things Jude let roll over him like waves: there were high and low tides, where he'd push back a little, or let it roll in and out without a blink. The scarf is more interesting than crystal structures, and Jude finds a blank space on the page, this time taking what he's learned of the shape to start a kind of portrait, testing his memory and his hands instead of looking at the man while he sits.

He knows he's seen him before, he just can't think of where. This will help him remember for next time.

"I think the weirdest thing about it all," he says, just making basic shapes with the pencil and leaning into his other hand on the table, "is that you're saying it matches after all the quakes, but nothing over there's been tore up."