God, he is so strange. Veronica really tries to avoid throwing stones in her glass house, but there's a stiffness there, a strict withholding that sets her off balance. Heather comes to mind, so carefully meticulous and closed off, and yet managing to seem the opposite when it suited her. She'd been good at it; he's still got some work to do.

"You might as well ask me for the meaning of the universe," Veronica replies with a faint, helpless little laugh. It isn't really a laughing matter, but shit, what else can she do about it?

"So like, is that a compound name? Do I call you Kylo?"