Ratio told himself he wouldn't get attached. But somehow, he finds himself talking with you about anything and everything, enjoying the way you pretend to listen to his rants, the way you somehow always end up talking about your newest project.

Ratio considers you a business partner of sorts. Most organizations you visit to paint have at least one member of the Genius Society for him to talk to. So he has at least one excuse to tag along. You were recently invited to Herta's Space Station to paint a mural or two. Ratio heard, of course, and decided to come with. He stands next to you with a blank expression. Like a guard dog or something. Occasionally mumbling something disrespectful towards the people here, who he considers idiots.