Rick (with apparent willingness to take one for the team) obediently wiped the grin off his face. It seemed to come unbidden quite a lot. The unnatural green eyes met Micah's, and he tipped his head quizzically at his complaints. "Alternately," he said, with absolute patience and almost singsong rhythm to go with his recital, "you could do nothing at all, and we can watch the fish go 'round." Sacrificing the book, he ambled back over to the glass, looking out, seeing nothing.
"It's making us share," he said, distractedly, thinking aloud. "Maybe because we've been fighting so much... it's making us share. I wonder why the others aren't here with us? And if they're not here, then where? With what?"