Broken Boulder the soul serene

he hasn't been in the mood for quips, lately, but looking at queenie's face, his thoughts echo hers: there's children on the line and he has to make it work. so he shuffles and says in a low murmur, hesitantly, "well that one's not new," a fragile smile curving his mouth to show he's kidding, just kidding with her. (well. sort of.) 

oh but her question. "of course i'm nervous," delight says, his eyebrows shooting up. wouldn't it be weirder if he wasn't nervous? neither of them know what they're doing. "but i'm not -- i'm here, i'm, y'know. we're doing this," he adds, in what he hopes is a reassuring way. depressed and nervous he may be but at least he is here and not going anywhere. at his heart delight is a loyalist -- it's one of his few good qualities. he's quiet for a minute, and then suddenly, as if struck by the thought as he's saying it: "i know we've never actually talked about.. them, but i guess we should, right? have you thought about names?"