Ask Tycho Brahe

Charles doesn't even like puppy pla--

Wait.

I'm a fan of the classics, of course-- missionary, doggie style. They get the job done, you know? But I guess I prefer to be on my back and have her do... you know, whatever. I probably shouldn't be talking about sex with my wife on a public forum. That's not a good idea. I am really bad at differentiating between good and bad ideas but this sticks out to me.

Not really? I mean my life isn't exactly dangerous, you know.

Though when I lived with Gabriel there was a sense of unease that would overcome me when he was in a particularly bad mood. Like, if I put the milk away and the label wasn't facing forward? You could feel his anger emanating from the other side of the table.

Uh.

Blond?

Blond.

No, I'm not blond. I'm a natural brunet. And... I'm not sure why my hair is darker in the back. It's always been like that. My father's hair was the same way. Some sort of genetic mutation, perhaps?

Hm.

Of course I wash my clothes.

And-- eugh-- Gabriel's. He only has the one set, through. He tries to make it 'last'.

I have many ambitions. my dear! My current goals don't overlap with some things, it's true.

I love my academic work, I do, but I think it would have been nice to write a novel or something, you know? Create something, rather than analyze existing texts. But I simply don't have the time.

I think I would have liked being a father, but it's much too late for that now.

That is Gabriel's job description. And honestly, at first I felt bad about it.

Well, I think he might be dead? We sort of left him in that collapsing building. That happened.

I feel sort of bad about it, honestly. We might have been at odds but we were associates, once.

I've never tried.

Pretty fucking high.

I mean, I know about numbers you can't even fathom. Evernumbers, Undernumbers. Dark Numbers.