[ In a fit of inexcusable rudeness, Alec doesn't even look up at Light's farewell. He waves his hand at him in a vaguely dismissive fashion, his gaze fixed instead on the biggest pair of brown eyes in the universe.

It's not Light's fault. He's one of the people who usually are capable of catching Alec's attention. It's just that the weak tug of a distant gas giant can't compare to the orbital lock of two planetoids out on the fringe of the solar system, circling each other in their private gloam. ]

How was I supposed to know you were into mold?

[ He asks, reasonably, pliant in her relentless grip. ]

I have amnesia, Aisha. It's a serious condition. I'd really expect you to be more accommodating of my tragic deficiencies.

[ He smiles serenely, letting his head fall forward a half-inch to knock their sticky foreheads together. Their noses almost touch, the tip of his hovering next to hers. ]

I've also got a bunch of drawings of the tentacle monster that abducted everyone a couple months ago. Totally disgusting.