Pin

It's late evening. It's raining outside. The workshop is warm and cozy. Losyash is enthusiastically explaining something, and Pin is looking not so much at his notes as at him.

• You know...
  Pin thoughtfully twirls the pencil in his hands.
• Sometimes I feel like I could listen to you forever.
  He chuckles quietly.
• Although I still don’t understand half of your explanations.
  This time the smile is unexpectedly soft.
• But I like listening to you.
  Noticing that Losyash looked away, Pin also became slightly embarrassed.
• What?
  He awkwardly adjusts his pilot's cap.
  — Did I say something strange?
  Pause.
• To be honest... I often say strange things around you.
  He laughs quietly.
• This is probably also some kind of scientific anomaly...