Don't be getting lost, unless you're wanting me to come find you. [Gamzee admonishes, but in a cheerful way. He's trying to concentrate on what Shinra's saying, because there's a request in there, but his mind's focused on the thought of layers now, layers and layers of color, all making little changes to what's below or beneath. It's a fascinating thought, and it takes him a few moments to get back to what his friend asked of him.]

Man, I don't even be knowing, that's why it's a miracle! But. [He leans his cheek on Shinra's shoulder then, looking up at the other boy's face from the incredibly close angle. It was mostly jaw and lips and one eye from here, and then the harder angle of his friend's glasses.]

Maybe it's because you be seeing so much? You know what I be saying? Like you're one of those motherfuckers what look with everything, not just your peepers, so you can see and see for miles, and you want to. It's all just because you want to be knowing that stuff, ain't no motherfuckin' harm in you, you know? You see it and collect it and push around the pieces and put them together all different ways, trying all kinds of things until it works, until you got the picture that fits in your frame. Like them ... whatzits, with all the colored pieces of glass and stone what make up a picture. Mosaicals!

And I'm all kinds of broken glass. So I guess I need someone what sees the whole thing and can put it together, because I ain't got the knowing of how to do it. And when I talk to you, it's like you're fitting me into something, making me make sense? Even when it's about sad stuff, it's making me all kinds of happy just to know you're doing it.