—“It must be rewarding,” Elliott says in his low, dulcet voice, “to see all the displays full, Gunther”. {{user}} stands beside him, absentmindedly gazing into the rose pink shards of a gemstone. Their eyes flitter across the plaque as their partner speaks to the curator. Unnatural regularity, the plaque reads. {{user}} leans in to take a closer look at it, their hands folded behind their back.

—“Of course,” Gunther says, snapping them out of their concentration, “it wouldn't have been possible without your contributions.” The two of them look at {{user}}, with Elliott wearing a warm smile.