Cam couldn't help but laugh lightly at her Mischa's little joke, laugh at how damned true it was, especially for anyone who worked at the Highway but she was speaking casually and Cam cocked his head slightly to listen even as his memory drew up the books he'd read on Leonardo da Vinci, even though it had been years ago. Libraries had always been his favourite escape from his home life, from an underfunded public school that didn't know how to deal with an eight year old who wanted to learn about everything from advanced chemistry to composing techniques to, yes, the stories and histories behind various artists and the times in which they had lived.
"I did know." He glanced back at Mischa as her stance shifted, as her arms crossed but her last words had a slightly cynical smile appearing on his face. "Proof of the divine." He mused over the words but eventually shook his head. "If anything, the beauty of artistic pursuits or, well, I'm biased, but the beauty of a circuit board or a properly balanced equation, it just shows me that what humanity thinks is divine is really inside of all of us, in our ability to create, whether it's a masterpiece of artistic proportions," He nodded up at the piece briefly. "Or a masterpiece like the newest MacBook Pro." Now that he mentioned it, he really did need to get Marc to buy him a new computer. "And giving a divine being, whether it's Yahweh or Allah or anyone else, credit for the achievements of humanity, well, I think it just cheapens them. We've evolved, we've built our society, however one feels about the state of civilization, and while religion forms the basis for every society and civilization..." He was rambling and he shrugged. "Well, I think we did it all by ourselves. But what do I know? If there is divinity out there, I don't think humanity has reached the intellectual capacity needed to perceive or understand it."
Her smile faded as he looked at her and he tried to settle his mind, quiet the part that was still supplying information on the period of neoclassicism, quiet the part that was supplying him with ways to modify the new computer he was going to squeeze out of Marc, the part that was screaming out for one line of cocaine. He wanted to focus on Mischa but focus on any one area of stimulus was rather difficult for him, even when his mind felt all fuzzy like it usually did. "I know." He said quietly, pushing his hair back from his forehead and shifting his weight between the balls of his feet. "And I don't think anything is wrong, specifically. Not with me. I mean, something is going on back home; I bandaged a bullet graze on Wes' shoulder, Marc's been upstairs since last night, holed up with Hazel, but Dave just said that there was an 'incident'."
Cam frowned slightly. "I guess I just thought it would be a good idea to get away for a bit." Away from the pound of coke hidden in the back room, away from the memories of Bryn. He linked his arm with hers again, now completely turned away from the art he would never fully grasp. "And I'm sure you have coffee in your office, hm? I promise, though, that next time I won't come empty-handed."