"So long?" the double questions, his nose wrinkling. "I only moved in a month ago. Desth, have you always been like this? Did I just not see how weak you are before?"

He shakes his head, turning away from the alien. "I should have come to my senses sooner, but I let my fears dominate me. I thought you could protect me. I have led myself astray, clearly." Into the kitchen he goes to find whichever mug he deems as his counterpart's favorite. Maybe he'll turn the oven on full blast when he leaves, just to warm the place up.

"I don't know why it took me so long to realize all this," he continues prattling on to himself. "I guess my mind was clouded, living in this place, but now I'm starting to wonder what else it is you've been keeping from me, what you've kept me from. Was it on purpose? Did you hope to trap me here? Were you that desperate for companionship?"

And as he prattles on, filling the silence with words as damning as he can muster, Glacius' phone buzzes.