"Yeah, I've managed to not fuck this up." He lifts a hand in a little 'hooray' flip of the wrist before going back to tracing the odd swirls and ridges on the egg in his lap. This is- it's good. It's important to him, he hasn't screwed it up, he remains both good with people and good with Locus without using his charm abilities.

That's worth plenty.

The moment is quiet and calm and not somber but not- it wouldn't be a mood killer, he thinks, to broach this subject. "So I got- well it's a little heavy but we've been thinking about it for awhile, Delta and I. What'll happen to him if I bite the dust here."