You catch Dys on a ridge overlooking the wilderness, bobbing his head along to something playing through his hearspeak. He doesn't notice you walk up.

He jumps when you tap him on the shoulder, and scrambles to turn off his holopalm. "Don't sneak up on me like that," he grumbled, then flops backwards on the grass to look up at you. "Man... I was just getting to the good part of the song."

"What are you listening to?" You ask.

Dys looks away. "Just some old music from Earth. You probably wouldn't like it."

"Try me." You retort. You sit down beside Dys and extend your hand to link your holopalms.

Dys stares at you for a few seconds before pressing his palm to yours, and music floods your brain through your hearspeak.

Dys takes his hand back and weaves his fingers together, timid. "I.... listen to a lot of Earth music," he says. "D-do you like it?" he asks.

"I love this band!" you answer. Dys cracks a small smile, relieved.

"Good..." he says, "it's my favorite right now. I always listen to the same album on repeat. It's... comfort music. I really... like her voice."

"But don't... don't tell anyone, okay? It makes me feel better, thinking that someone knows my pain. Even if it's just a dead Earth woman."

"Sounds deep, man." You tease.

Dys nods and closes his eyes. "Yeah," he replies. "I have a lot of time to think, not like everyone else here."

You reach out tentatively and link your pinky fingers with Dys, feeling him tense up beside you. He darts you a nervous glance, then looks back up at the sky when he sees you looking back at him. His cheeks go completely red.

He doesn't hold you hand. But he doesn't move away, either.