“I— don’t,” he admits with an awkward laugh, but warms to Gela with the openness of her reaction.
“I did it once for a mission, and just sort of. …liked it.” Tucking a strand of hair behind one ear, he offers her a fleeting, shy glance. This isn’t something he’d talk about with many, still sorting it out on a personal level.

“I think there will be people performing, though.”