[Siffrin's smile takes on a bitter edge briefly. Time was something he'd had plenty of. More than he could even keep track of – more than he wanted to keep track of. Knowing the exact length of time seemed like the sort of thing that could drive him mad, and staying sane was a losing battle as it was.

It's a good thing their face is already hidden, tucked away against Isabeau again. It'd only worry him. ]

I mean, I don't know how much you didn't tell me. But I know you're a huge nerd.

[Isabeau knows they know this much, at least. Siffrin had basically thrown it in his face while on their bridge-burning spree. They can't really overwrite that moment, but saying it again like this almost makes it feel that way.

Feeling brave, they poke a finger into Isabeau's side with the hand draped over his waist.]

And you used to have braids. And...trouble making friends.