Otter Creek it was alright just to be alive

he can't help the laugh that escapes him at gelman, rumbling gently against her shoulders. he'd almost forgotten about his beloved gelman. it'd gotten lost in the move to elysium, hadn't it? pulling off of her, he smiles, and points up above them. "we used to sit outside the den and he'd tell me stories," okeanos explains, "but i don't remember what they were, really. i've gotten olive to tell me some more, though." curiously he looks at her, trying to gauge her interest. he doesn't think of himself normally as very sentimental, but something about being on the road with her, looking for mali, makes him want to revisit their shared childhood. does she feel the same as him?

maybe it's too late tonight for that sort of talk. instead he says, "i could tell you some, if you'd like. unless you just want to go to sleep?"