[ why yes, it is late. there's the smallest pause, and then in an almost genial tone: ]

I suppose a party would be in poor taste, at this point. Ah, well. And after all that time I'd spent working out the time difference.

[ if you'd like to wander by, he's actually standing in the doorway to Tear's room in the shelter. just, you know. gazing in at the room where she lived morbidly. ]

Time doesn't really make sense here. But -- what do you think the opposite of a birthday is?

[It's a bit late and her intention is to not show her face, but it's not as if she's making it particularly difficult to be found, curled up in a beach chair and watching the sky projection move.

Allen's commandeered puppy playing in the sand dunes and barking at shadows helps, too.]

Think of it as a riddle.