[ Matt opens his mouth to reply. He's sure that between waking up to Set dragging him down the length of Liem's mattress; the hot, awkward feelings that he's not measuring up to some unspoken test; the way he seems to stumble into the wrong topic or phrase and make Set so unhappy; the push and pull of ideas that swirl like sand, some of them sinking too deep or flying too fast for him to follow ... he's sure the answer will be right on the tip of his tongue. But he's surprised to find that he can't actually think of anything, materially, that they differ on.

There are things Matt isn't sure about yet, but he doesn't think that counts as disagreement. Set could be right, after all. After a moment, he realizes he's been kind of staring blankly at Sebastian, and he laughs sheepishly. ]

Ah ...

Maybe it's more than we don't see eye to eye, if that makes sense. Our lenses are different. And I value that in people, I really do.

[ He's just not used to finding the experience quite so disorienting. ]

I don't think he likes me much, [ he offers eventually. ] But last time we talked, he said he was willing to work with me, so for your purposes, I don't think there's any problem.