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She nods, since she knows he can see it. "I suppose it's also a little hard for me to grasp since I swim quite frequently myself. In the pool, it's simple - there's boundaries on the edge, and no need for that rope I spoke of."

A little pause, and she decides to give him another piece - not a secret, just a good memory. "I learned when I was young, like that. It was how we made sure I didn't drift away, but that I also wasn't deprived of getting to learn."

"That's really smart though. Make sure you can't end up too far and not able to find your way back." That's such a cute mental image, too, a tiny Helena swimming in circles held in place by a rope. He's more relaxed now, just with the easy exchange of nicer thoughts. Perhaps he might have liked to visit her in one of her memories, if he weren't so caught up in trying to recover from some of what he'd already been through.

He shifts some in place, and carefully moves his hands to the backs of hers, bringing them up and very lightly pressing her palms against his cheeks, letting her fingers fan outwards so that she can follow the feeling up the sides of his head arching up and out.

"Here. You're probably gonna hear about it one way or another, if you haven't already, so...remember when I said my head wasn't exactly like anyone else's here? This is what I meant."

Her expression is wide eyed curiosity, letting him move her hands, and then following the shape, still gentle with her touch. And then it becomes more clear as she goes on tip toes, and her smile grows bigger as she pulls her hands back.

"So you're..."

Taking his hand again, she lightly draws a crescent moon on his palm to indicate what her mental idea is.

"You're like what I was told the moon is."

It's a ticklish sensation where her fingers trace the shape, and he has to resist rubbing the spot to ward it off. "Exactly."

He takes a breath, just holding her hands clasped between his own and looking down at the curious contrast of his bright yellow on her light peachy pink. "Come to think of it, I don't even know if you have an idea of what yellow looks like, if you haven't seen it since you were small. So now you have two descriptors for me I guess."

"I know colors as a concept. Things that are supposed to be that color. Violets are purple, grass is green, daffodils are yellow. Yellow I've heard is bright, a little sharp, a stronger color than others. But I like to also associate them with other things, where I can, to at least give the world more description."

She knows what she's been told, and she trusts that no one would maliciously mislead her on that.

"Now yellow will also be linked to you."

It's such a nice thought. He knows he stands out at the best of times, but now it's a positive thing at least for one person.

"I think I get it. Pinks are what I remember about the horizon back home. Greens are vegetables and friends. Your color reminds me of the sand I used to build castles on when I needed to hang out and mope for a while. It's a soft thing, kinda comforting."

"If it's a good memory, then I'm happy to be a reminder of it."

Pinks for the sky. An interesting thought - she usually associates it with happiness as a feeling, but everyone has different links, and wherever Wayne comes from, if it helped create someone like him, then it must be a fascinating place.

There's a word for it that he's trying to remember...

"Bittersweet," he says thoughtfully after a minute. "I'd die, and have to go have a minute to cool off down on the beach where the ocean was red and the sand was perfect for building with. It was nicer than being out in the world for a little while."

"...So the whole concept of coming back after you die isn't so strange to you? Like what happens here?"

There's an interesting idea behind what he's said to her, a private amusement about her reminding him of this afterlife. But to confess it would be exposing too much, an accidental oversharing when it wasn't needed. Instead, she'll stay in the safe waters.

Ah, something that's been niggling at his mind since he first learned that they could and likely would die here, every once in a while.

"I don't know if it's the same way here that it was at home. There's a worry that if I do die here, will I go back to my own afterlife and then simply disappear from here altogether and end up back home, or will I be stuck in the void as the powers that be try to decide where I should be going?" He misses his own afterlife and no mistake, but he would perhaps like to warn the people that he's met here that he's leaving before that happens in case it did mean he would be leaving.

Unless, of course, she knows more on the subject than he does and he's just needlessly spinning his wheels.

"Well, if I end up dying, I'll let you know what it's like. Or if you die before me, then tell me. We can keep notes on it."

Even as dying comes with its own fears for her, that she'll wake up back in that lonely old bed, back there.

She can't see the thumbs-up he gives her, of course, so he adds a "Deal."

He'd have to let her in on his notebook for tally-making purposes until they figure out a better system, when it ends up happening.

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