Scott is sitting on a cobblestone box laughing at Cleo. Said cobblestone box contains Jimmy, a red life, who he and the rest of his weird little quartet of yellows managed to ‘kidnap’ and are holding captive until they find out where him and the other red’s hid the enchanter. Jimmy still has air, and can see the sky, so for now he’s just loudly complaining and calling for his rancher to come to rescue him, while yelling curses at the other four. “Like a caged canary trapped in its Coalmine” as Pearl joked. He couldn’t help but feel like it wasn’t a joke but more of an fact... Pearl’s sitting on the edge of the box, dangling a hand inside of it every so often. Cleo is closer to him than Pearl is, making her own comments and jabs about the situation. And sandwiched right between them is Martyn. Who is currently sitting on the corner of it, giggling to himself slightly. And Martyn makes him feel… weird but he doesn’t know why. Making fun of Jimmy like this is always funny to an extent, but at some point Scott’s brain focuses on Martyn and decided to never focus on anything else ever. All Scott has been able to think about for the past five, maybe ten minutes is the sound of Martyn’s voice and how nice his laugh sounds as he goes back and forth with the red life. He wonders if he’ll ever have that laugh directed at him, and only him. A man can hope.