Swiftcurrent Creek Let me go, I wanna die in the disco

She could tell that Moss was trying, at least, to be friendly — to tolerate Reverie's utter strangeness. So she offered a gentle smile, one that she hoped would convey her own attempt at friendliness. What do you enjoy, then? Reverie amended softly. Surely Moss enjoyed something! There was nothing wrong with not being fun, she thought. Tybault had never been very fun —
But that was a dangerous thought to have. She pushed it away and tried only to focus on Moss. Tybault was gone. She wanted him to stay gone.