Ignorance is bliss, as they say. Even willful ignorance.

[ Like her, he watches the exchange happening down the bar, the awkward exchange of glances between the Fluxdrifts that Thomas is happily showing off photos to.

He swirls his drink in its glass a bit before taking another sip. ]

‘Tis possible that it is not a choice, but a matter of programming. I cannot rightly say.