[He steps around the Aurora chair to sit down in it, not having the capacity to concentrate on it for as long as this conversation goes on. Already decidedly worn from his tiff with Blight, Scorpius is at somewhat of a loss of what to tell Stephanie. Stupid little things that make him happy? He has a few. But they're private, and he doesn't trust her well enough to divulge them. Doesn't trust...

Oh, well. That's one of them right there, isn't it?]

Something I want.


I would like someone I could trust absolutely. Someone who could keep my secrets. A person I could trust with my life and my purpose, to follow instructions not as I say but how I'd wish them to be done. Preferably someone who is not repulsed by my appearance and doesn't recoil from my conversation.