Tiger rubs at his gem through his shirt. He's really pretty awful at not telegraphing its presence, whether or not he's actively thinking about it. He doesn't really know the next time they'll have the chance to be that alone, where they won't be at risk for getting in trouble for disappearing.

"I think we used to live in a van together," he says, after a period of thoughtful silence. He hadn't gone into any details before, but he kind of wants to now.