Wind

"You may not be sane," Gunner agrees. "But you're far from insane."

He lets his smile spread a little more, just enjoying this time. It was different. It was nice. Normally, the quiet moments were spent by himself. He'd never figured he wanted company much to clutter his space. But now that he was experiencing these moments with someone else... it wasn't half bad.

His face close to Bree's, he shifts on his arm, coming even a little closer. "Thanks for treating me like a human being, Bree, I..."

A gust of wind whips across the roof of the building, flipping through the book pages and scattering loose papers.

Gunner sits up quickly to grab a flying paper. "Aw, crap, it was just too good wasn't it?" He sighs and crawls to shut one of the books, then rocks on his heels to stand up back at the telescope again. He knew their time needed to come to an end anyway. Neither had their questions answered but... he didn't really mind if she didn't. "I have to go back down soon?" His voice had shifted again to a quieter tone... one that told he didn't want to be locked up again.