“Wha cha doin?”
I was seated at a table with copious notes sprawled out over it. Diagrams, charts, and texts with scribbles in the margins were several layers deep. “Trying to figure out a thing.”
“Can I help?”
I looked up. Sunchaser’s black face was split by a wide toothy grin. “Not yet. You’re on my list of things to figure out.”
“Oh. Can I sit with you?”
Like I’m gonna tell a god what he can or cannot do. Oh wait, I do do that. “Behave yourself.”
“I will!” He sat down next to me as my chair turned into a bench. Quietly, he watched everything I did without interruption for the rest of the night.
Never did figure out the thing I was working on.