[The older boy laughs softly, delighted with the concept.] That's like you! Like the crystal I was seeing when I was itty. Most beautiful motherfuckin' thing. How does it even know how to do that, to make all the colors so you can see every single one but they all be shining and putting themselves in a line, all the most loveliest, like what happens up in the sky. How do the colors know where to go?

But that's you, putting them in the right places! I like your pan for that. [He nuzzles happily at Shinra's neck again, then lifts his head to he can see the other boy's face properly, raising a hand to lift the Ravenclaw's glasses away - this close, things can't get too blurry, can they?] I ain't beautiful, 'cept in the way all motherfuckers is, but you got this way of turning me into light, so I can be.

I like being light. [He glances down, almost shyly.] And that you see me, and that I be making some kinda senses to you.