Jude nods in turn, letting the words and their intent wash over him, it's own kind of calming exercise. There's nothing defensive left, nothing unkind about Bodhi's advice, Bodhi's first impression--they're just here. He likes his scarf, he feels easy under the sound of his voice.

It isn't conscious, but his posture loosens in his chair, and he slowly returns to the table, pencils stowed in pockets, hands idling. "What are aquariums like in space," he asks, like it's a perfectly normal question, like it isn't crazy that they exist in the same room. "Or, I guess, what do you remember about that one?" He doesn't visit them often out of his own fears, but he likes the photos.