The ship held precious memories for one individual. And for the other in the room, it was entirely foreign. Just hours prior, such a thing would have been exciting to explore even on his own. Instead, XoXo was scrawled onto the wall behind a potted plant, trying to process the events that lead up to this point.

For once in his life, he felt his boundless energy nearly expended. He was so worn.

Seven sat on the couch opposite the wall in silence, staring at the potted plant for 5 minutes now.

He tapped his thighs in impatience. The silence was making him anxious, but he wasn't very interested in eavesdropping while his guard was still up.

"....Ehh, hey... little guy? You still, uh, up and kickin' down there?"

XoXo had been staring off into space before seven addressed him, perking up just slightly when spoken to.

"Mmrrnhh.." The anomaly slides down from his place up against the wall and onto the floor. "N-nn No kicking... Very down........"

"...Very quiet... It's ss not.. usually so.. Q uiet...."

"What? Oh, yeesh, no dude, I'm not gonna try and kick you-"

"Ergh..." Seven rubs the back of his neck, sitting up. "...Sorry, I like- I'm still rattled, can't imagine what you're dealing with right now."

"I keep fucking up."

"So it's fine if you're, like. Pissed off. That's cool. I'm sorry about your dad and stuff, but everybody gets there with me eventually, so might as well just get it out of the way now."

"....." XoXo stares blankly back at him, trying to discern exactly What he was feeling, until he comes to a conclusion.

"Mmmhh.. Mhh. N0." XoXo shakes his head. "..Not feeling... much."

He gestures, something to emphasize when words are difficult to put together. Brushing his hand against his chest and down to his stomach. "Usually there's mm.. there's more. Too much! But I'v- I've gone and used it all up!"

"LikeLikeLike an empty bottle."

"...And there'ss nothing to fill it."

"Ah, nah, dude... I don't think that's necessarily true. Look." Seven gestures towards the door. "Isn't that your lil' brother out there?"

"And his dad, too, I think. They made it out alright! You've got family around to do your hell-thing pow-wows with."

"..." For a moment, XoXo's expression falters, thinking of his younger sibling. He swallows.

"Little little brother... is..." He winces.. "Needs space. Needs- needs time. Too much power in.. such a _tiny body... I don't think B0bo wants to. Talk."

"Mmmh. His dad, maybe." He glances towards the door, wondering... "..But not mine."

"I get it. Don't really blame you, either... that Bobo kid's got a short fuse. Hope he's alright, now that he's-."

"-I mean, after what happened, to both your guys' dad... your real dad, uh..." Seven's leg is jiggling. "Mmm..."

"....I don't know where I go. Where I can go." XoXo curls inward, curling his arms around himself.

"...Father- Fff - Papa blue says... I am.. An adult. I can go anyyy where. Live anywhere I like. Go- or don't. Don't have to if I do not want to leave. Stay with family."

"....Now there's no Stay." He places his hands over his face. "Misplaceddd ddd d-----............"

"...Well, I mean, you start with the basics. Baby steps." Seven pulls himself off the couch, making his way over to the potted plant and crouching beside it.

"Y'alright down here? Comfortable? You don't have to leave if you don't want to, but there's a whole ship left, couch to sit on, kitchen for snacks..."

"I mean, like, I can get you something if you need, not sure how food works with you. That... feels kind of outta pocket to say, actually. Uh, ignore me, if you need. That's also a viable option here..."

XoXo peeks through his fingers, the tears welled and trailing down his face come in the colors of red and blue.

"...Can I.. Can I can I... " The anomaly reaches out, and hesitantly places a palm on Seven. Cool, like a breeze. Xoxo has ever seldom felt temperature like so, only hours before the first time he had touched seven.

"...No touch. Cannot touch, not my father nor sister nor brother. But I can touch you."

"...You can't-? Er..." He allowed the weeping XoXo to creep along his outstretched hand, its dimensions conforming to the wrinkles of his bulky sweater.

Seven was less sure of what he's been interacting with, than when he met it. It upset him to talk to, and he struggled to understand what it was trying to convey.

But this felt familiar. Too close to home. "...."

"...Yeah, sure." He rest his palm flat against the wall. "C'mere, kid. It's alright."

With the invite, XoXo carefully slips his form onto the surface of Seven's hoodie.. coiled around him with his odd, noodle-like limbs. What mattered was that Seven was tangible to him. For all the years that he could not interact with the world around him directly, he could feel the cool space in reality that Seven occupied.

"...Stars.." Xoxo refers to the back of Seven's palm. He outstretches his own, to show off the glint of the universe. Only in a more familiar shade of green.

Sev's 'skin' prickled as XoXo's form moved across it. He gripped onto his hoodie, somewhat discomforted, but still wanted to make space for the anomaly to settle. Seven sighed, managing a smile.

"...They come and go. But you learn to recognize 'em..." He carefully made his way to his feet, walking back towards the couch.

"...I'm, sorry again. About today, about your dad, and stuff. But the folks on this ship are good people, Helen'll set you up with a room or something when she's back. So until then, just uh, tell me if you get uncomfy. Or anything, really."

"Mmh.. Thankk thank you.. Blood- Seven..." He nods, staring only a bit longer into the back of Seven's hand, before focusing his attention towards the ceiling. Wondering still.