Which was why Mono had a penchant for finding Tommy when it came to some things. He knew the guy at least kind of understood why he thought or looked at things the way he did. “So the sun makes you look good. Which makes you happy, because you like to look good. I get it, I think.” He responded, kind of… sort of getting it… As much as the kid was going to, probably.

Mono wasn’t afraid of water, but after having crossed a large river on a door with his friend, he wasn’t sure he wanted to risk being carried towards the fog that seemed to reside on the edges of the part of the world they were… confined to. So the kid was content to stay on the shore for now and keep pestering his boss/friend.

“So it’s kinda better to go with people than alone… Unless you’re just trying to let the sun make you look good.” Mono responded carefully. “Is it okay if I ask what kinda stuff do friends do…?”