Charlie snorted. Having someone who actually got the asexual side of things was unusual and a nice change. "So fucking weird. Basically the only time the damn thing..." he trailed off realising that was far more information than she likely wanted to know. "I'll just shut up now," he said ruefully.
Setting his bottle down Charlie grabbed the banana he'd stashed beside himself and opened it up and began eating. He didn't feel too bad really, but if he'd got about as long again to go he was pretty sure he'd feel woozy by the end. "I'll eat this first," he said, as he swallowed a bite. One of the advantages of living first in a large family, then at boarding school, then in a community of people who worked out of doors most of the time was developing a skill of speedy eating so he knew it wouldn't take him long. He looked back down at his stump and moved his muscles experimentally, watching the ink shift. It made him smile, felt like he was really making it his again.